I loath insomnia. I couldn’t get to sleep for ages last night. I was probably awake until five or six AM, just laying in bed, trying to force myself to sleep. Then, when I did finally get to sleep, I kept waking back up. It also didn’t help that I had to wake up at 8 to get ready for church. I had to drag myself out of bed, sleepily pull on sunday clothes, and then attempt to put make-up on. I think I looked like a ghost again cause when I don’t sleep I get even whiter, and I kind of forgot to put on enough blush. Oh well, who cares, right? About looking not-ghostly, I mean. I cared about not sleeping.
Of course, since I was moving so sluggishly, that meant I just barely got finished in time to get to church. Meaning, I didn’t get to eat breakfast. All the way through the first service I was starving, my stomach felt like it stung again, and I felt so icky I couldn’t even sing without getting light-headed. I really need to go back to my stomach-doctor (I’m not awake enough to even attempt to spell the proper technical name for him.) My stomach’s been hurting really bad again, I’ve been getting dizzy, and now my weight’s fluctuate rapidly, which really isn’t good. I hate it when it gets like this cause I can’t diet, exercise won’t make a difference, it’s totally up to what mood my metabolism is in at the moment. Thankfully it’s not a big change, just enough for me to notice it and get annoyed. It’s just aggravating. I do push ups and all I do is bulk up more muscle, which isn’t what I want to do. I do the leg lifts and I end up with French-Ballerina legs, which isn’t what I want either. Alas, I shall never be a size 6 or under. Oh well. (And I really mean that one on topic this time.)
Good news, though! Robert, being a wonderfully nice gentleman, has offered to help program the DP expansion for me without me having to pay him. Isn’t that nice of him? And now I don’t have to face that huge project all by myself. I was really getting worried about it, but now I don’t feel quite so bad.
Well, I do feel bad that I won’t get to work with Fabs, Peter, and Simon, my programming team. But I just can’t afford to pay them. I feel like I’ve disappointed them, which isn’t a great feeling at all. I really wish I had the money to pay them, but it just wasn’t going to happen. I’ve sent them an email to apologize and I hope they take it okay. I think they will, though. They’re nice chaps, and plus, I think they saw it coming.
Tomorrow I have to work on getting the webhosting. I realized something this evening that really made me feel stupid (even more evidence I’m really loopy today.) Web hosting was only going to cost $200 if I signed up for a two year contract. If I only sign up for a year I still get two months free so I’ll only have to spend $107.70. I can afford that since I have a little more than that left from when the fans sent in donations for web hosting about a year ago. That’s covered and I feel better now, except for the fact that I’m still going “duh!”
Even more good news. I have this cousin, Andrew, who lives in the area and works for an airline. (He’s older than I am, as are all of my cousins. He’s in his 30s.) Since he works for an airline, he gets free travel to anywhere that certain airlines fly, and he can take “buddies” with him at a hugely discounted rate. Andrew is planning a trip to London in two weeks. He was planning on just going for a day until I got all excited and blurted out, “I wanna go!” (We had been planning a trip to the French Riviera that never really panned out, and he said he needed a travel buddy, so it’s okay that I blurted that out, inviting myself, and all that normally-considered-rude stuff.) We looked into it and I can go with him to London for $55 one way. How insanely cheap is that? Since I’d be going we’d probably stay overnight there, provided we could find a cheap place to stay. I could get my Lush shampoo, go to my favorite Italian place for lunch, go say hello to Alastair, go to the Ritz for tea, and say Hi to the trees in Green Park. It’d be great, and completely worth the money.
He also kind of wants to go to Paris, and of course, I have no objection to that whatsoever. 😀 Also, he’s looking into whether or not they’ll hire someone under 18 so I can get a job their either as a scheduler or a receptionist. The pay wouldn’t be stellar – only about $10 or $11 an hour – but I’d get the same benefits he would from day one, only I’d fly completely for free (only on certain airlines.) I could spend the weekends in Toronto, Los Angeles, Las Vegas, London, Edinburgh, Paris, Rome, Berlin, or New Zealand! Or… or… or… the possibilities are just endless! I’d so be a receptionist if it meant I’d get to travel like that. I hope it works out. Being a scheduler would be more money, but apparently the job’s more stressful. It has to do with making sure crews match up with flights and rearranging things. Ironically enough, though, Andrew called it “a job where you have to juggle time.” You know how I feel about that bolt of satin known as time. 🙂
I’ve started to burn my digitally recorded episodes of Daria and Pete and Pete onto cds, so I think I might watch a few tonight on my laptop to try and calm down so I can get some sleep. If I were horribly, stinkingly rich – after donating to charity first, or course, and yadda yadda – I’d hire a masseuse to give me a massage at 11:00 at night so I could relax and fall asleep at a more normal hour. That’d work out perfectly. Hey, maybe I should just marry a masseuse. Wait, no, I think that’d be icky. Okay, scratch that, and instead I’ll just marry a guy who’s good a massage but not a professional masseuse. That’d make me feel better.
Where the heck did all that come from? This blog got way off topic, time to end it. 🙂