Ramble

More work... I really should be doing my homework, but stress is killing my desire to do anything, even just think. Long vacation and I'm still exhausted... of course then I bought an event ticket and I'm going to have to stay up all weekend instead of getting the sleep I missed! I guess I'll just have to go to bed extra early the next night or two. I pass right out when I get there anyway.

Of course I still have yet to properly unpack, nothing new there, I really sorta suck at unpacking. If unpacking was left to me, whatever was packed would remain in the bag/box until it was needed! But I can be remarkably lazy.

I'm a terrible house cleaner, but I try to compensate for it by placing things in spots where they are convenient... trash can next to my chair, where I spend the most time... everything I use for makeup in a bag so I can empty it out and put it all back in... it's one of those things. If I know I'm going to be lazy... I take the steps to enable myself! haha.

Of course right now... so much coming up, so much to do... I'm terrified. I'm scared and worried to the point even the simplest things feel like too much. Sitting at work and I'm staring at an application with missing pieces... and I just... it seems like too much. That blank spot on the application feels like it's going to collapse on me, swallow me whole... where normally it's just another small irritant.

Of course then you have therapy... retail in this case. Getting sunburned I knew I needed something to help scrub the dead skin from me, and something to replace the moisture, and then these things were buy two get one free... so I got myself a body scrub!

Of course then I walk out of the store... and one of those Dead Sea places has set up... so I casually wander by... and the gal running it pulls me aside, and spreads this face stuff on my arm... well, she's explaining it's made with magnesium, and then asks me to guess how she's going to get it off... and if I get it right, I get a free one...

Well. It does look very powdery... so I guess... she's going to blow on it... and she says no... so there's a squirt bottle on the kiosk... so I say... spray me with water... she says... no...

Well at this point the game's no longer fun and I know I don't know. So I say... stare on it... of course she says no at that point and laughs. She pulls a magnet out of the cap, covers it with a paper towel and the stuff wipes off with the magnet...

So as she's doing this I realize my arms is starting to itch and irritate a little... so I ask her "So is this  good on sensitive skin?" and of course she says she's never gotten any complaints, even from people who say they're allergic to everything...

Now a lot of people *say* they're a allergic to everything... I just about am. I can't even use some of the free and clear brands of laundry detergent. So I tell her... it's kinda irritating me... and I could see where it was coming up red a bit on my arm.

She looked completely baffled... naturally, in my family, if a product is going to cause an issue, it's going to be with one of us. So she tried a different scrub on my other wrist... now this one I actually found impressive... but at $99 for the scrub and the moisturizer? I couldn't do it... at this point... she says... you know, I've met my quota... so I can let you have it for $49 each... and I'm like... welllll... okay. So now I have these to try.

And of course... I'm already in the mall... so why not go look in my favorite local plus sized store? Of course I manage to find 4 nice tops... and you know, they're buy one get one half off! So yeah... Makes me feel a little better for a bit.

Of course, then you have... well... the bills that come afterwards. Of course those make me nervous again... I can see how shopaholics happen... but not this girl. No more shopping until POST SURGERY!... two weeks... ugh.