Lorraine Says: Insginificant

I wish I could remember when exactly I played Neopets. I was reminded of the Giga Pet-esque website just now after I sent out an email to a friend, sadly proclaiming that I’ve been neglecting my blog. I was forever neglecting my Neopet too, logging on to find it famished or dying. It was more fun to play the games when I was bored than it was to consistently log on to feed the thing. I don’t think Neopets ever died, though, unlike my Tamagotchi which was often drowning in poo.

No one is drowning in poo, I promise.


 

In fact, even though my last post had me feeling like I was knee deep in it, I’m glad to say that I’m feeling much, much better. I’d almost say I am fully recovered except these things:

1.) A lingering desire to drink plenty of fluids, namely fruit juices. Seriously, I just want fruit juice all the time. Cans, boxes, annoying and badly engineered pouches with flimsy plastic straws? Yes, please. All of it.
 

b.) A strange there but not there cough. It usually just feels like I have to clear my throat, which is weird in an office setting. I’ll be all A-HEH-HEH-HEM and everyone turns around to look at me. As if clearing your throat isn’t a legit thing that you sometimes have to do.

The cough also likes to make an appearance mid-giggle. FYI, giggle-chokes are not fun.
 

cat.) Tiredness.

Or maybe laziness but I think I’ve reached my eternal blog limit on laziness as a topic.

Plus, I’ve actually been working really hard this past week to get my room switched with Vyelit. Painting and moving stuff around and throwing stuff away and organizing. Painting with a weird there-not-there cough is also a good recipe for crazy throat clearing noises and life threatening chokes. Also, there was a two second attempt on my behalf to put up a shelf before I yelled, “DAAAAAD!”

Basically I’ve made one very, very good looking shoebox sized room. I'm not going to sit here and say the transition has been all rainbows and unicorns, but I've had small things to help be get through them. Have I mentioned my latest chocolate obsession? Chocolate covered almonds. By the bags, friends. By the bags.

Let me be the first and probably only person ever in your life to tell you that chocolate covered almonds and fruit juices are not an ideal mix. I’m doing it anyways, though.

I spent my entire morning on Saturday at the beach. Man, I love the beach. It was supposed to rain that day, meaning that the heat was sticky and the water was a perfect escape. I swear that the ocean makes me feel insignificant in the best possible way. I love being swallowed up by the immensity of sea and shore and horizon. It makes my new shoebox room seem all the better. It makes small changes seem like nothing more than sand at the mercy of the surf.

Vyelit asked me the other day if I was ready for the baby, which I thought was a funny question. “You realize,” she said, “that I could technically have this baby at any moment.”

I rolled my eyes at her and said that she really, really needn’t worry about me.

Am I ready, though? Just between you and me? Probably not. When am I ever ready for big life changes? I'm having trouble adjusting from having the flu to not having it anymore.

I’ll get there, though. I’ll recover. I always do. 

 

I like all of your faces.