thatdykeliz

Eleven days until surgery. Making slow progress on getting the house cleaned up...there'd been a pile of laundry on the living room couch (a couch I can't sit on, by the way -- it's too low, and I need help to haul myself up out of its cushy embrace) so I got Mara to fold the clothes while she watched TV. I also gave the hubby marching orders on what to do in the kitchen...he gets overwhelmed if he tries to go from a standing start, due to ADD, so he needs for me to say "do this first, then this, then this."

My gyn also prescribed some vistaril for me, because I can't sleep (clowns will eat me) and I'm freaking out into a storm of tears at least once a day. Yay, drugs.

I got a game to distract myself (the pain and swelly belly has been pretty bad for the last few days, but no bleeding, so I've got that going for me) -- American McGee's Alice. However, it's starting to backfire in that yes, I am distracted, but I'm also getting very pissed off because I'm stuck in the library, trying to jump my way across a set of floating, ginormous books.

I very much suck at jumping puzzles.

I love the game in all other ways, though. It's twisted and morbid and weird. My gf WitchQueen commented that it's right up my alley then. For some reason, I've become quite attached to Alice's wicked little knife. I love throwing it at the Card Guards and watching them stagger around headless or cut in half before they dissolve. I'm a bloodthirsty bitch. On the other hand, I HATE the BooJums, and I wish they would take their flying, screaming selves and fuck off and die.