Bed time again

You ever slide into bed beside somebody who's been sleeping for a while? Yuck, just slack jawed, open mouth snoring, grunts and bad breath. I want my own room.

Home at 9:34 pm!

My new years resolution to work less must be working!  Here I am happily behind the computer in my home office at just after 9:30 on a Tuesday evening.  Unheard of!  I also had all of yesterday off and only slipped once and called them, luckily there was no answer.  I might just get the hang of this yet.

Hooray!

I don't wanna go to bed!

Why do I fight against going to bed every night? Is it because I don't want to spend the time that it takes to remove my makeup? Or maybe because I don't want to shuck my daytime clothes and slip into my bed clothes? Probably just lazy.

When I do haul my butt to bed (at last)I will listen to my hypnosis app so that I can sleep rather than obsessing over every single detail of the day and or my life.

Once I am warm and sleeping it is sheer bliss. But worse than going to bed is waking/getting up. Hell on earth, being dragged from my stupor and thrust back into wakefulness. I imagine that it feels like being born. I'm glad I don't remember being born. Can you imagine?

Asperger's is going to be obsolete

So instead of having Asperger's I will now have high functioning autism.  Sounds worse, doesn't it?  Now people are going to think that I am in and out of fugue states with a tendency to bang my head against walls and all manner of other stereotypical autism stuff.  Sheesh.

Not that a lot of people even know that I have Asperger's but still.  I would like to be able to tell people if it comes up or if I feel it necessary, now I will have to think three times instead of just twice.  Most people don't really think that there is anything wrong with me, beyond being vaguely weird that is.  I present very well, even the psychologist who diagnosed me didn't think there was anything wrong with me until I did the testing.  After 8 hours of testing my Asperger's was showing.  I was overwhelmed, overstimulated and fed up.  That combined with all of the test results proved what I had known all along:  I'm not crazy but I am also nowhere near normal.  So the diagnosis was good and I have mostly come to terms with having Asperger's but I am certainly nowhere near coming to terms with having autism.  I know it's just semantics but that is how I feel.

Dumb, eh?  I can't believe this is even taking up space in my head.  What a waste.  I will instead concentrate on going out for dinner tonight.  I shall begin the preparations now with a glass of wine.  Ooooh, I almost typed "a glass of whine" bit of a Freudian slip?

Wee update

It's 1:20am, I just installed the blogger app on my iPod touch, now I can blog anywhere, anytime. As long as there is an Internet connection. Side note: the iPod auto magically capitalizes itself as well as the word Internet. That's weird.

I just had to give you the promised update about the high end consignment store that I was nervous to go to before. Well, it's a nice store and it's got a buzzer by the door. So I buzzed and the lady was a total sweetie.

Too tired to write more. See ya tomorrow!

I need to make more money!!

Remember all those bullshit books from a few years ago?  Books like "The Secret"?  They all pretty much said that you could have whatever you wanted as long as you made your intentions clear and put it out into the universe.  So I'm doing it.

The intention couldn't be clearer.  MORE MONEY, please!  I am tired of working all the hours of the day for a substistance amount of money.  I want to work less hours and have more cash.  There I've said it.  Now what?

While I wait for that answer I will carry on as usual I guess.  I am at work now, it's Friday.  I have been here since 10am and I imagine that I will be here until at least 10pm.  I went for a seven minute tan before work to get a dose of vitamin D and keep the winter itchies away.  I must remember to go again on Monday. 

There is a bottle of chilled white wine just languishing in the fridge here at work.  I keep thinking about having a glass but I must restrain myself....at least for a while.  This evening after 5 I will allow myself to delve in.  What the hell, right?  It's still practically the holidays.  Hah, as if I've ever needed an excuse.  I have managed to work drinking into every job that I've ever had starting with the european deli that I worked at when I was 14.  We sold Jaggermeister there as a stomach remedy and my coworker Carolyn and I quickly discovered that it was more than just medicine.  Or maybe to me it is medicine, liquor that is.  I feel much more normal, friendly and relaxed when I have had a few belts.  It works for me.  I wonder if I could get a prescription.  Imagine having your booze covered by your benefits!  Bliss I tell you.

There is a store down the street that I think I might sneak out and visit.  It's almost never open but over the past few days I have seen their open sign displayed.  It's a high end women's congignment store that you have to buzz to get into.  I wonder if they will let me in?  Let me describe today's beautiful outfit to you: faded baggy jeans, turned up to capri length, scruffy black boots, fuschia cardigan, knee length black leather coat with patched areas from where my dogs claws tore the leather.  I don't exactly look rich enough to shop there, do I?  Let me work up the energy to get my ass moving and I will go check it out, update to come later.

2012, so far.

3 days in and I think I'm liking this new year.  I started off with no hangover, that in itself was a new experience for me.  Instead of drunken revelry or drunken depression, on new years eve we went out for a fabulous dinner and then dropped by my parents place to toast the new year.  Very mature, very civilized.

Then the next day we tidied up the house, ate some food and played Uno.  I won, which is a totally new experience for me.  On the 2nd I went shopping with my sister