the slaughterhouse

Yesterday inlcuded a trip to the dentist, where they performed a partial root canal to extract the dead issue from my tooth. The massive amounts of listerine I used actually killed most of my tastebuds, but my sense of taste is starting (slowly) to return.

I'm on antibiotics to take out the infection, as well as some painkillers to control any lingering pain while the infection clears up. The drugs mean I'm dizzy and disoriented a lot of the time, and I have a tendency to become distracted easily. Once I get going today, I'm gonna have to head to campus and get my bike, since I was too out of it to try walking it home on Wednedsay night.

Right now, though, I'm more or less out of pain, which is the main thing.

Come September, I'll have to get the rest of the root canal performed and the crown put on.

Still, right now, I'm just grateful to be functioning.

6:45AM, about five hours from home. switching drivers in jasper, i'm half-conscious. got an e-mail from david saying, basically, that both the pieces i did during reading week were good. go me! i'll go back to sleep when the bus starts moving.

as exhausted as i am, there's something really awesome about being on the road.

i was going to do another femme post, and then maybe something on feminism, but i am so fucking exhausted i don't have words for it. i'm more or less dead on my feet. just got out of the shower, going to find some PJs and brush my teeth and then collapse into bed. i'm not setting my alarm in the hopes that i will sleep in.

I've been reading pretty prolifically recently, and I've decided that for the year of 2010, I'm going to make a list of all the books, comics, etc., that I read, so I can keep track of it all.

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i'm sitting on a the green beanbag chair in my living room. in a little less than 24 hours, i hope to be sitting on a couch instead. my roommate is doing dishes in the kitchen, and there's a huge pan of fruit crisp in the oven. she talked out neighbour next door into going the grocery to buy vanilla ice cream, and then we will all sit around and eat it.

bill is staring at me. i'm reading stephen king's book, on writing, or have it sitting open in my lap, anyway.

life is peaceful and content. i should be in bed, but i'm not. tomorrow i'll take some books back to the library, and maybe pick up some new one. three of the graphic novels and one YA novel i have on hold have come in.

i just realized i haven't taken my meds today. i'm going to do that, i think, and then curl up in my chair with a blanket and finish the rest of my homework tomorrow.

i've spent most of the day reading iron man comics. dude, how have they not been in my life before now? i'm even more stoked for the new movie than i was already, seriously. i'm gonna need to branch out into marvel comics something hardcore to fill the gaps, but i'm pretty stoked about it. new things to read!

i'm fucking exhausted -- waking up at 5am sucks. i went back to bed around 7, and slept until 11 or so, but still, it's not the same as getting a decent night's sleep.

my roommate is getting back from golden tomorrow. i've kinda missed having her around the past few days, so i'm looking forward to her being home. have a few more dishes to get done, but the house is mostly pretty tidy.

i have nothing else to say.

I am curled up in bed in the dark. it is cozy. life is good.

okay, so i totally didn't clean my room today.

but we DID put the first coat of paint on the living room. so i was actually productive. time to put some real clothes on, though, instead of paint-stained PJs.

so, new journal.

this entry will serve a number of purposes: testing my layout, checking to make sure crossposting works, so on and so forth.

for those of you reading this on livejournal, my dreamhost username is slaughterhouse. god, that sounds really somber and depressing, doesn't it? but i just finished re-reading vonnegut's slaughterhouse-five, which is my favourite book pretty much of all time, and i knew i didn't want astrangecity, so that's what popped into my head.

and it was available.

so, slaughterhouse it is.

i'm pretty tired. it's nearly one in the morning here, and my back is sore. we really need to get a couch. i'll see if i can scrounge up the money for half of one in january, but i need to be really fucking frugal so that i can dump $1500 on travel expenses and my sleeve.

i'm probably going to greyhound out to vancouver because it's so much cheaper than the plane, and i don't know, i didn't mind the ride out to saskatoon. i might even take a morning trip just so i can be awake and with the sun up through the rockies. i haven't seen them in so long.

look, this even kind of doubled as a real entry.