Everyone is plotting against me, including my clunky brain.

Things are going ok. The critique is to bed, and I am working on a discussion section that requires more than my tiny brain can focus on right now. I tried working on it this morning, and it just gave me a migraine—the kind that I need to lie down for—and that is when something weird happened. I positioned myself reclining on my couch, kind of propped up with pillows, and I stuck this big ass eye beanbag thingy Nurse Betty and I bought last year in the mall over my eyes. I had just managed the “clearing my mind” thing (well, clear relative to how cluttered it *normally* is), where I was kind of free-associating stuff about whatever they were talking about on Living on Earth today…

…and then the bottom of my head went CLUNK!

No, I am not exaggerating! Like right where the back of your skull meets your spine—it went clunk, loudly, and my head fell back a little. Freaked me the hell out! And it kind of hurt, too. I was lying there, wondering if I needed to call 911 ‘cos I’d just broken my neck, and then I was trying to think of what I would tell them, because the truth sounded a little unbelievable, then I was trying to remember if I’d been taking enough calcium in the past few weeks, and somehow as I was thinking about all of this, I fell asleep.

Ok—that was weird. I do not think your neck is supposed to go “clunk”. It might not have been my neck, but in that case, it was the bottom of my brain, and I REALLY don’t think the bottom of your brain is supposed to go “clunk”. Why do these things always happen to me? After I came home and got back online to work again, I thought about looking it up on WebMD, but what in the hell would that be called? Clunky brain syndrome?

I want my own rubber bracelet for clunky brain syndrome, a disorder that affects one Ancodia only. Not many people have this disorder, but the whole damn world is going to hear about it by the time I’m done. I can be loud. I think I would like my cause’s bracelet to be pink, purple, and black. I’ll start a website and sell them; all proceeds will go towards finding out why my brain goes “clunk”. And maybe stopping it, too.

Possibly I need WD-40. That’s not much; buy a bracelet. :-)

I was awakened when Mom called and asked me if I would go out to eat with her. She’s lonely. I was too, and someone needs to watch what she’s eating anyway, since she isn’t. So we went, and I took home more steak for Squooshable and Weebie, and shrimp for Romeo and Weebie. Weebie eats a lot.

Butsoanyway.

On the way back home, I swung by Bloomingdale’s ‘cos I’m pathetic. Well, it was on the way home. And not only have those sons of bitches at Lancôme discontinued the hair oil stuff I use, but MonicaTheLancômeGirlWhomI’veKnownSinceSheWasFirstHiredAtThe
BorgheseCounterAndSheIsSOSweet,You’dJustNotBelieve had some in the back left, and she was having a pre-sell for a PWP, and the quota for this holiday pre-sell is 3k per girl. So I had to help out. HAD to. We girls stick together and everything, you know? The hair oil stuff is around $20 per spoogy bottle, so I got two to qualify for the PWP. Then I thought about how it is the Holiday Season and I want to promote Peace, Goodwill, and everything, so I bought another two bottles to get a PWP for Meg. Those four bottles plus the one that I am currently using, the spare I had to buy in Hawaii, and the spare I had to buy in Jersey (each time, I forgot it at home—one is still in a pocket in my carry-on, and the other I think I put in my bathroom) should last me a little while, but I am panicked—what am I going to do when I run out?!? It makes my hair all slickery and stuff, and it is wonderful…bwaah! I hate you, Lancôme! You blow goats! I am going to write a firm-but-condemning email to them, and ask if they are selling the formula to another company (and if so, who). Bastiges.

I am pulling up the Lancôme site right now. Feel my wrath.

Also right now, I am hanging out in my trivia chat—I’m doing this whilst writing my discussion-thingy. And this post. I am very good at multitasking. :-) Plus I need camaraderie. I love this place ‘cos the people are so funny. There are many silly housewife-types (I mean that in a *good* way! I someday want to be a silly housewife-type, at least part-time…sometimes), and eventually someday I need to find time to go to one of their bashes, not that I ever have the time to do anything. Sigh.

Speaking of which, I also found out in the past week that my travel coming up was cancelled…just by everything that has happened this month. It was just more feasible to send someone else, which is really fine with me; I’m still owed some kind of reimbursement from the last trip, and they take so damn long to get around to doling out money that I feel I should charge interest! Plus, I hate flying. So this is all good; I need the rest.

Especially since my brain has started going “clunk”.

Ehhh…screw Lancôme; I will bitch at them later. I pulled up eBay to see if anyone was selling my Hair Sensations hair oil de-frizz stuff, and I found one. Another one is (I think) the ends treatment, which was a little heavy on me. But I *did* find a lot of Lancôme’s brushes for cheap…what…did they all fall off the back of a truck? Why am I paying so much? Hmmm… Some of the auctions are in Hong Kong; maybe Lancôme isn’t as popular there? I know that Borghese was a big thing where I used to live, and here it seems like a second-rate counter; they never have much space, at least not compared to Estee Lauder, Lancôme, Clinique, and all. So maybe in Hong Kong Lancôme is thought of as a chintzy line? I don’t know, you know? Who knows.

Butsoanyway.

It is taking me forever to finish this post, ‘cos I have no end in sight; I have just been casually typing on it for quite a while as I wait for .pdfs to load and so on. One of the people who runs the late-night game didn’t show (no fault of his; he’s got a demanding job—he’s an EMT and only volunteers to run trivstuffs), so someone has kindly (!) volunteered to run a WWII trivia game. What I know about WWII could fit in a thimble. I let the historical and war stuff stand as my father and brother’s domain; anything I know about WWII is just incidental to other topics I’ve studied, like Watzlawick’s How Real Is Real. Well, that and Black Adder.
:-D
Like I know what a “Paravane” is. Well, I do now—it is a minesweeping device hung from a ship. But my *point* is that I don’t know this stuff. Very un-fun. :-P

So I think I am going to call it a night. I have set my clock back, so it is not as if I have stayed up late (in my world), but that also means that I have to get up an hour earlier, I think…right? I forget. This whole time thing in general is a dumb idea if you ask me.

And don’t even get me started on daylight savings time. Hmmph. Notice that they schedule it twice a year, just as I’m becoming accustomed to the time as it is? How…ironic. Not.