Thursday Again.

My back hurts less today.

My room is still not getting fixed. Still have the smoke alarm dangling onto the unused bed like some sort of sad pendulum and still sleeping at a relatively high altitude.

Back still hurts but I think I discovered the problem, so if I just don't sit at the computer for as long as I used to do I think I should be fine.

Today has been a regular sort of day. Wore my old hand braces today in the hopes that it would help me able to type the things I need to type longer.

My right hand is starting to be trouble again. I could be overdoing it. Should probably take it easy today.

But there's so much I want to do; so much I want to write and say that it's spilling over. My body is telling me to stop and quit typing, quit working away so hard but my mind hasn't stopped moving. Somewhere I have to find a balance of the two-maybe rest with bouts of work?

I don't know. Need to find a happy medium. I was tossing things angrily in a drawer tonight, looked over in the corner where the empty desk was sitting parked in beneath the bed, and immediately started figuring out what I was going to do with it. It was sitting there, being useless, and I really wanted a spot to just put things when I'm pulling them out of the fridge, because the dresser was too high.

Channeling my anger and frustration at just being the way I am (and Mom's going to kill me for this one) I pushed and pulled on the desk until it was pretty much where I wanted it put. Now I have a workspace for kitchen stuff. No more plunking it on the dresser in front of the TV. HA!

Now if I just had a glass to drink out of. Broke mine back in November; didn't have it replaced because I was leaving the country. Mom's gotten me a new one but it won't see combat until next week. This means drinking out of my measuring cup.

I'm just trying to make a little wiggle room in my life; trying to find a spot where I fit in all over again. Maybe I'll be better about it in September when I'm not so isolated. Summer's a very quiet, lonely time on campus-almost too much quiet and lonely. Gets to you. I've been planning out where things are going to go in this room and I'm going to live here all of two months. That's how bored you get.

Not much else to say. I'm already scaring people in the hallway when I'm laughing at the Doctor (nothing good on TV anymore. What happened to American television while I was away? Or maybe it was crap before and I just never noticed?)

Fingers are stiff again and not doing as I ask, so here I end my ranting.

Ta,
Bec