• Mood: dizzy
• Music: They Might Be Giants - Women and Men

Day, goddamn it.

Woke up to the fact that I was not sure when my alarm clock was due to go off, but it was probably late. Cursed, reset clock for something workable. (This was fortunately before it became crucial.) Got dressed. Noticed that I was dizzy and disoriented. I was having difficulty staying on my feet and stringing words together in a coherent form. This was in part due to the climate control issue (I'd turned the cooling off when I came back to bed after a trip to the loo) and I was having a severe sleep hangover, in addition to whatever the hell else was wrong with me.

Stayed in and tried to tidy. There was some success. Chatted with the apartment complex resident manager about the thermostat issue, and there's a work order out to replace the damn thing.

I'd made an appointment with figment0 to clip his cat's claws, and he showed up to pick me up just as I was foolishly standing on a stepstool to reach my stereo. (I finally had plugged it in today.) Yay Figments saving me from myself.

It was fun spending time with him. We tried dropping by RC & D's, but they were off doing laundry.

Allegra should be shipped any time now, so ... *calculates* Um, maybe it'll show up on my "weekend"?

Fuzzy showed off photos of his new pad, so I dropped by the forums to see how things were going. Looks good. When the fuck am I going to find time for the comic, dammit?

Hoo boy, there goes the language. (Not that it wasn't gone already.) Gotta hit bed. And work later. Yay.