January 5th, 2009

llama! by anaxila

Hey! Quiet down in there!

I'm having one of those noisy brain nights. I had a luxurious multi-hour nap after work, and now I can't sleep. I'm tired, but have too many thoughts interfering with my rest. These are some of the things that are running around inside my head:
  • Snippets of music from Abba ("Fernando"), Gillian Welch ("Orphan Girl"), and Queen ("Bicycle Race" - god help me).
  • Four marketing mailing ideas for the store and how to best execute them.
  • How to make up for book blog posts I didn't make in the latter half of 2008.
  • My LibraryThing account is so out of date.
  • How to organize my resume & job search files and records.
  • Wishing I'd done a more coherent job of explaining to the landlord why rent would be late. Wishing I'd called him proactively a week ago to let him know, instead of making him chase me.
  • I should go package up those Marketplace sales for shipment so I don't have to do it in the morning.
  • Wanting to set up a separate eBay account for the store.
  • My upper lip is painfully dry from the CPAP machine. Must remember to bring proper moisturizer to the store tomorrow, because the hand lotion I used today will probably make me break out tomorrow.
  • I am not bothered by the wrinkles on my face, because I don't see my own face very much. But the ones on my hands bother me a lot. I never thought I'd be vain about wrinkles, but there you go.
  • I don't feel 37, and that's probably because I don't have any potent external reminders of it. If I'd had a daughter instead of a dog, she'd be in 7th grade right now. You can't have a junior high student in the house and not feel 37, is my thinking. Instead, I feel wiser, calmer, and more experienced, but not like someone facing down her 20th reunion anytime soon. Which is weird.
  • How glad I am that I'm not going through the messy parental death of one of my flisters, and wondering how she's holding up.
  • I never sent appropriate condolences to Erin when her mother died. Nor did I share in any of the joy of Jimel when her daughter came. It's no wonder I don't tend to hold on to friends very well.
  • I need to call my brother.
  • I ate too many peanut butter balls, and yet I want to go down and finish off the few that remain.
  • Wondering if I should go down and watch one of the Netflix movies that's been sitting there for 2 weeks. Wondering if I should just cancel Netflix (again) instead.
  • I need to make more bookmarks.
  • I had so much fun playing Spore creatures for Nintendo DS. I love my DS. It's such a luxury, but I'd sooner give up coffee.
  • I still wish there was a specific memory-loss pill that would wipe out a favorite thing - games, books, movies - so I could experience it again for the first time.
  • I really, really love the first 45 minutes or so of Wall-E.
  • Trying to think of ways to make the gorgeous hand of my sweaters come through in an etsy listing.
  • Wondering when the loan closing for the store will finally get scheduled. Hoping it's enough to give us the breathing room we need.
  • I need to clean the bathroom.
  • I really don't like Wuthering Heights. I got within 50 pages of the end once, a few years ago, and could make it no further. Now, I'm a little over halfway, and I don't like it any better the second time through, but I am determined to make it to the end. I just can't get a firm grasp on any of the characters. And the story itself may be good, but I don't like the way it's being told. Emily is no Charlotte.
  • I hope Obama doesn't let me down.
  • I've got a bunch of stamps that need soaking to remove their backing, which I haven't done since I was a kid and am excited to do. I'm in the home stretch of integrating five stamp collections into one, and then I get to start building again.
  • The dog needs a bath.
I think I need to go take an Ambien now.