I've got all the windows open to catch the warmth of the day while it lasts. It's just windy enough to catch the smell of cooking from other apartments, and someone, somewhere nearby, is baking cookies. Sometimes the scent of flowers wafts in here on top of that. I'm quite pleased to be awake to experience this.

This morning at around 10, the lady who lives in the house across the parking lot was doing yard work. Batman started going crazy, growling constantly and slinking around the apartment, occasionally staring fearfully into the bedroom and running away again. The other cats got caught up in it as well, and refused to go into the bedroom, even going so far as to run out when I carried them inside. It wasn't until about an hour after she stopped for the day and went inside that they even dared set foot in the bedroom again.

I have to wonder; what's so scary about someone gardening? Batman and Nora both growl when they hear someone coming up to the front door, or see someone walking outside the car when they're cooped up inside, but it just strikes me as hilariously odd that all the cats would get so worked up over the sound of a shovel turning earth.

Now it's nearly 24 hours since I last slept. I'm making a broccoli pot pie, which I'll eat with iced tea to give me a bit of a boost until dark. Getting up early hasn't been working. It's time for a hard reset if I can hack it.

I didn't get the job. Oh well.

The sky is partly clouded with great shafts of sky and sunlight shining through, the birds are singing, and it's raining. A steady, thick rain but with small droplets. I smelled it before I saw it.

(12:23:49 AM) chris: OH MY GOD I DIDN'T TELL YOU
(12:23:55 AM) chris: my mom's rental car is a Chrysler 300
(12:24:12 AM) chris: and when i saw that, i said "you got a chrysler 300? that is MADNESS"
(12:24:15 AM) chris: but she didn't get it.

THE PEOPLE UPSTAIRS ARE VACUUMING. THEY ARE VACUUMING RIGHT NOW. THEY STARTED AT 7:17 AND IT IS NOW 7:32. I HATE THEM.

FFFFFUUUUCK.

edit 7:54
Coming soon to a bedroom near you - No Sleep 2: THE EDGE-TRIMMERS.

I've been sort of quiet on the lj front lately. This isn't unusual for me I guess; I've gone through really long bouts of just not updating at all if you look at my history. Lately I think I've been at least writing in this thing some instead of just using it as a tool to stalk other people online. Hey, I've even made new friends on the internet, which is pretty sweet. And #sf_drama is always, always a fun place to be.

Here's the thing: I think I've damaged my ulnar nerve. The ring and pinkie finger on my left hand hurt like hell (it was really bad yesterday), especially in that little corridor between them. This is because, although I type pretty perfectly with my right hand, I hike my left hand into a claw to use it as my tool to hit the shift and ctrl keys. And I've been typing a lot lately, whether it's little stories, livejournal comments, or in IRC. And, uh, that's been really bad for me. Even as I type this now, part of my left hand is hurting more and more. When it's really bad, it tingles up and down my arm and I get these waves of pain that I would guess are akin to arthritis. At the moment, it only aches. This is good.

So I've been taking a break. I've been resting my hand, not letting it curl up into a claw, and, as much as it pains me, not typing. I've done some good things. Chris and I have been watching Eureka Seven, which has taken the place of my second favorite anime of all time. We also went out and got frames for our posters and hung them, so the apartment looks like someone actually lives here now. It's wonderful to see some of the prints I've had for so long finally displayed like they were meant to be. I even had a job interview on Friday that I think went pretty well! I'm going to hear back from them next week, either through a phone call or a letter, so I'm staying in town alone while Chris goes to Albuquerque for his sister's graduation.

Augh, my hand's really starting to hurt. I'm going to try and be brief.

I'm going to be sort of silent on the internet for a bit. This is pretty hard for me since I live my freaking life here (no I don't have anything better to do; why do you ask?) but I guess that avoiding pain is better than being a chatty person on the internet.

Bah.

I miss it already.