Getting the staples at Staples

I only get out of control with shopping if there are two variables involved: Target and Staples. I went into Staples yesterday planning on spending a max of $10. I planned on getting a couple binders and some pens (I keep losing pens). I walked out with a laptop cart, an ergonomic plastic bean filled wrist rest, a pocket size dictionary, a pocket size thesaurus, two binders, a box of pens, a copy holder (so that you can stand paper up when you have to type something up)… You get the picture.

The thing is, I couldn’t not buy the desk, wrist rest, and copy holder because I’ve been saying for months that I need these things. Obviously, they could very well help decrease the amount of pain I experience day to day. So I was totally justified when I broke into my savings account to help cover the cost. This time.

At any rate, I had a lot of fun putting it together.

The box. Before the cat and I destroyed it.

The box. Before the cat and I destroyed it.

«You and I both know that I have to lay down on anything new that you bring into this house, so I might as well get it over with now.»

«You and I both know that I have to lay down on anything new that you bring into this house, so I might as well get it over with now.»

All the parts, spread out and ready for me to not ignore the directions.

All the parts, spread out and ready for me to not ignore the directions.

My dad took video of me putting together some of this because he thought it might end up being really amusing, but I have to get it from him. To be fair, he did help me a little, and if it weren’t for him I would have put it together backward. Heh.

All set up and Twittering in a much more comfortable - and stylish! - manner.

All set up and Twittering in a much more comfortable - and stylish! - manner.

More leg room than a TV tray!

More leg room than a TV tray!

This spring-loaded knob? Adjusts the tilt of the laptop table. Goodbye, wrist cramps!

This spring-loaded knob? Adjusts the tilt of the laptop table. Goodbye, wrist cramps!

I’ll add that video whenever Dad gets to uploading it to Facebook.

Days like this I want to remember always

The day in photos, because everyone else has done it

Mike convinced me to come to the park with him to do a little hiking, drink a lot of Gatorade, and to get my ass whooped at Scrabble. (I am so addicted now. To Scrabble, I mean. Not getting my ass beat.)

We took the main trail to the "rapids clearing," as I call it

We took the main trail to the rapids clearing, as I call it

The view is totally breathtaking; these BlackBerry pics don't do it justice

The view is totally breathtaking; these BlackBerry pics don't do it justice

He didn't even know I took this shot. Wonder if it'll make him comment for once? (Yes, he reads every post here, guys!)

He didn't even know I took this shot. Wonder if it'll make him comment for once? (Yes, he reads every post here, guys!)

Part of the bridge over the stream and more of the rapids clearing. This is where my friend John took all those awesome MySpace photos of me.
I've had these so long I don't even remember how long I've had them. Probably since I was like 14 or something. I apparently take good care of my stuff!

I've had these so long I don't even remember how long I've had them. Probably since I was like 14 or something. I apparently take good care of my stuff!

The obligatory Facebook/MySpace/pickyourpoison couple shot.

The obligatory Facebook/MySpace/pickyourpoison couple shot.

It is so good to be young and in love... and so cute how he has to break his neck to kiss me. We're both going to be very friendly with the chiropractor if we get married.

It is so good to be young and in love... and so cute how he has to break his neck to kiss me. We're both going to be very friendly with the chiropractor if we get married.

Oh yeah, and he cut his hair and shaved! Shocked, aren't ya?

Oh yeah, and he cut his hair and shaved! Shocked, aren't ya?

We brought the travel Scrabble along and played in one of the park's pavilions. He's thinking very, very hard here.

We brought the travel Scrabble along and played in one of the park's pavilions. He's thinking very, very hard here.

This is my Scrabble hand of DOOM! Be afraid. Very, very afraid!

This is my Scrabble hand of DOOM! Be afraid. Very, very afraid!

Praying to Scrabble Dictionary god for a word he can use to continue to clobber me with his witty wordsmithing.

Praying to Scrabble Dictionary god for a word he can use to continue to clobber me with his witty wordsmithing.

If only he could spell the word AGAIN, the bragging would be so much more shame inducing.

I have more pics from today, but Lil Tony is in them and I’m not sure if his and Mike’s mom Tracy would mind if I posted them here. All in all, it was a fun day.

The Sunfire

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This? Is my new car. The side that’s showing? Is the side that is not dented. :D No worries; I wasn’t the one who drove while the denting occurred. It was a package deal. But for $400? You can’t beat it.

P-freaking-ESS: It can also go on the highway. Without me worrying that it’s going to fall apart.

P-double-freaking-ESS: I started writing about my chronic pain, from the beginning to what’s going on now, over at Scars Can Speak. Please read it and comment there if you’re interested. I hope it can help someone, or maybe help me find people going through similar things.

My BlackBerry, he did me wrong

So today was an interesting day, to say the least. It started off with me waking up at 10:45 and realizing that my alarm had never gone off. (I was supposed to be in work for 9.) I looked at my phone and it wouldn’t do anything. I tried to turn it on (because I thought it might have shut off, thought that maybe the battery had magically died), but nothing happened. The odd thing was, the phone had had a good enough charge when I’d gone to bed. The even odder thing was, I had dreamed about something weird going on with my phone’s battery. I dreamed that the battery charged instantly when I plugged it in, rather than taking an hour or so. CREEPY.

I love music, because you can express anything in it. The new Blue October album fucking rocks! “The End” pretty much describes how I felt when a guy I once thought I loved cheated on me.

Anyway. ADHD, anyone?

I got dressed in seconds — amazing for me, I promise you! — and ran downstairs. I asked my dad if he was having any problems with his phone. In my half-awake state, I thought we were under electronic attack, ha ha ha! Dad tried plugging my phone in to see if it just needed to be charged, but when he plugged it in all we got was a giant battery on the screen with a lightening bolt through it.

Mean, mean battery.

I went to work, Dad brought my phone back to Best Buy, and then he met me after work to give me my babyBlackBerry and the brand new battery. After my second job and dinner, I went to Toys R Us and bought a Timex alarm clock. My old alarm clock stopped letting me set the alarm a couple of weeks ago, so I’d been using my phone instead of forking over the cash for a new alarm clock.

I guess that’s what I get.