B. Jeezus
So we ran out of Star Trek: TNG. It took us a while, and there were some gaps in there when Rob didn’t feel like sending the netflix back in right away, (during which, I managed to re-read all seven of the Dark Tower books) but it’s over, done, kaput.
I came home from work yesterday and didn’t know what to do with myself. There was nothing to watch. . .nothing to read. I even beat Zelda recently, so there was nothing really to play. Eternal Darkness sometimes gets me quickly frustrated, and I didn’t want to play that.
So I went looking through my bookshelf for something really good to read. I came upon The Regulators and Desperation, two SK books I haven’t read since I first bought them I think. Well, I started out this time with The Regulators, and it did the trick. Not only was I completely engrossed in the story until well past my bedtime last night, I also succeeded in scaring the B. Jeezus out of myself, hence this post’s title.
I was going to post about it last night, when I had scared myself particularly well just by being in the kitchen by myself to make tea for Rob and I. But once I got back into the relative safety of the room, and the lighted corners, the urge to write down my ridiculous terror dissapated.
It really is pretty funny how it happens though. I become almost entirely overcome with irrational fear, and it affects my actions. I had it written out in my head so prettily, but I can’t remember how I was going to put it. So I’ll just laugh at myself, now that the book is done, and wait until I scare myself again with something else.
In other news, I called Amy, the lady with the screenprinting shop, yesterday. I didn’t really know what to say, and she was a lot more blunt than I had imagined. She sounded almost like (forgive me Amy, I don’t know you yet) a gruff old bar wench offering some silly-headed fair maid her first job waitressing. Or something. She was just kind of like “Well I might need help this weekend if you’re looking for work.”
It caught me off guard. I wasn’t expecting to be offered working time, I thought we’d talk, set up a get together so she could show me what she did and what she needed help with. Not this straight-forward, I’ll save your number and call you if I need a worker, business. I told her to call me if she needed someone. Regardless of how I feel from one brief phone call, after next week I’ll be unemployed, and I’ll need something, even if it’s some part time work doing something I don’t like, to keep me afloat. But I don’t like feeling like some mexican (pardon my racism, but it’s so true around here) waiting on the side of a highway with 30 other mexicans trying to catch the attention of some white guy who just drove up in a truck saying he’s only got room for 3. :[
I spent a little money foolishly today, but not really foolishly. It feels foolish because I know my funds are limited until I do something, but this might actually help remedy that, paired with other stuffs. I bought business cards. It was only 100 of them, and it was something like $25 shipped. I think they’re fantastic, and I can’t wait until they get here, but I can’t really bring myself to feel bad about buying them. It’s for Twice on Tuesday, and that was supposed to be my whole plan. Quit my job — work for myself. I could make business cards, but I don’t have the printer to make them look like these will. I’ll take pictures when they get here.
Tomorrow’s Thursday already, and I haven’t really practiced my treadling (spinning wheel lessons on Friday, I had homework!!!). I did sit down to it for about 5 minutes the other day, long enough to examine the scotch tensioning (and enough to read the paper that came with it to confirm what I thought, you don’t need scotch tensioning if you’re using the double drive band), and to find out that controlling my wheel is a lot easier than controlling the one at the shop. I really think that the wheel I was using there was unbalanced. I don’t know if I should tell them or what, they’ll probably think that I’m an over-ambitious beginner, trying to impress them. Whatever, my wheel is better. I haven’t tried any actual spinning, because the woman who’s teaching me (I don’t know her name yet, and I feel horrible!!) told me that it’s better to not try to go ahead on my own, and I can dig that.
Only a week and two days left at the job, and I’m sort of excited, but I feel like I really can’t celebrate yet. I’m also kind of not happy about the prospect of working this weekend (10-4 Saturday AND Sunday) since I want to try and rebuild my carbureator (or howevertf you spell it) to get my car running so that I can DRIVE it!! But I should relax, the carb rebuild kit hasn’t even come in the mail yet. :/