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Nov. 28th, 2022 07:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyAG's Cyber Monday offers are pitiful. It's just free shipping on orders over $75, I think. If you use Rakuten, there's a fabulous 20% cash back offer... but if you slide on over to Amazon, the new Truly Me line is on sale there for $79.99. I debated for about half an hour while waiting to see if Cass was awake and when she wasn't (I mean, it was 6am) and then finally grabbed the thing I was waiting for her answer, a lettuce knife, and #116, which is the pink/purple haired MG mold.
I would be lying if I said I wasn't seriously considering ordering another. I won't, probably, because I do have other things I want and I know I'm very close to my AG limit, but I do really like the new dolls soooooooooo...
Oh. The ~mystery item~ shall remain a mystery for a little while longer, but a mutual friend, Jess, mentioned wanting _something_ and a week or so later Cass and I were talking about how Jess and I got her (Cass) Addy, and Cass sighed and said she wished she could get Jess _that thing_ and I pointed out that we could just go halfsies. She immediately agreed and I said I'd keep an eye out for sales. Thing is, I'm not 100%, or even 50% sure that Cass actually meant it. I figured that even if she didn't mean it, Jess has been having a shitty time and while I think it might be a little weird for our level of friendship to get her this kinda pricey (for us) thing, I'd rather she had the thing, y'know? So. That's nice and vague. :P
I might also have been coasting on the relative high of not being in absolute fucking AGONY for the first time in 24 hours or so.
Not that I think you lot are squeemish, but sometimes when I'm at just the wrong stage in my period, I don't even like being reminded that they exist so I thought other people might have the same thing. Anyway. Friday night at work, my period hit me right after I clocked in. Like grabbing the door to the store proper and went "FUCK." But other than that fun feeling of bleeding, woo, it wasn't bad. I was worried we were going to get a Carrie situation but that didn't happen. Saturday afternoon sometime I woke up in agony. I don't tend to get serious cramps all that often, just the lowkey your body is going through some shit, maybe be a little grateful it's still working at all kind of pains. But when I do get the cramps of doom, they usually don't feel like that. Or maybe they do and I only remember the weird "why is there a void in my midsection and how can a void be painful?" kind. I dunno. I curled up into a ball in bed and eventually fell asleep again and after getting up for dinner and taking some meds, I felt okay. Not great, but okay. Sunday morning, as I stood outside for an hour after work because my ride situation was fucked up and yes, I could absolutely tell my hormones were all out of whack, I went to move the cart closer to the car and realized the Carrie moment was likely after all. I managed to avoid it, thankfully, but I spent ALL of yesterday in fucking pain. I know the pain eventually ebbed once I used the Icy Hot and medicated myself into oblivion (I say like it wasn't just standard pain pills. Though I absolutely would've taken something harder had it been around.) and I slipped into just the best dream.
Seriously, I rarely have mushy romcom dreams, but when I do? Swoon. Banter and sarcastic quips being appreciated and oh, how I've missed such things. Sigh.
Anyway. The period won this weekend but it did leave me with the nicest dream romance soooooo...
Widget put the tree up Saturday and Adora has spent a good chunk of her days climbing into/up the tree and then taking out ornaments left and right. She leapt out of the tree this morning at hip height and took down two ornaments at once. I'm kind of impressed.
I'm off to figure out what one wears to be on call during an insurance signup where one hopes to not be tagged in at all.
I would be lying if I said I wasn't seriously considering ordering another. I won't, probably, because I do have other things I want and I know I'm very close to my AG limit, but I do really like the new dolls soooooooooo...
Oh. The ~mystery item~ shall remain a mystery for a little while longer, but a mutual friend, Jess, mentioned wanting _something_ and a week or so later Cass and I were talking about how Jess and I got her (Cass) Addy, and Cass sighed and said she wished she could get Jess _that thing_ and I pointed out that we could just go halfsies. She immediately agreed and I said I'd keep an eye out for sales. Thing is, I'm not 100%, or even 50% sure that Cass actually meant it. I figured that even if she didn't mean it, Jess has been having a shitty time and while I think it might be a little weird for our level of friendship to get her this kinda pricey (for us) thing, I'd rather she had the thing, y'know? So. That's nice and vague. :P
I might also have been coasting on the relative high of not being in absolute fucking AGONY for the first time in 24 hours or so.
Not that I think you lot are squeemish, but sometimes when I'm at just the wrong stage in my period, I don't even like being reminded that they exist so I thought other people might have the same thing. Anyway. Friday night at work, my period hit me right after I clocked in. Like grabbing the door to the store proper and went "FUCK." But other than that fun feeling of bleeding, woo, it wasn't bad. I was worried we were going to get a Carrie situation but that didn't happen. Saturday afternoon sometime I woke up in agony. I don't tend to get serious cramps all that often, just the lowkey your body is going through some shit, maybe be a little grateful it's still working at all kind of pains. But when I do get the cramps of doom, they usually don't feel like that. Or maybe they do and I only remember the weird "why is there a void in my midsection and how can a void be painful?" kind. I dunno. I curled up into a ball in bed and eventually fell asleep again and after getting up for dinner and taking some meds, I felt okay. Not great, but okay. Sunday morning, as I stood outside for an hour after work because my ride situation was fucked up and yes, I could absolutely tell my hormones were all out of whack, I went to move the cart closer to the car and realized the Carrie moment was likely after all. I managed to avoid it, thankfully, but I spent ALL of yesterday in fucking pain. I know the pain eventually ebbed once I used the Icy Hot and medicated myself into oblivion (I say like it wasn't just standard pain pills. Though I absolutely would've taken something harder had it been around.) and I slipped into just the best dream.
Seriously, I rarely have mushy romcom dreams, but when I do? Swoon. Banter and sarcastic quips being appreciated and oh, how I've missed such things. Sigh.
Anyway. The period won this weekend but it did leave me with the nicest dream romance soooooo...
Widget put the tree up Saturday and Adora has spent a good chunk of her days climbing into/up the tree and then taking out ornaments left and right. She leapt out of the tree this morning at hip height and took down two ornaments at once. I'm kind of impressed.
I'm off to figure out what one wears to be on call during an insurance signup where one hopes to not be tagged in at all.