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My Day. : )
So, after a long chat with Steph yesterday afternoon about Teh Nature of Things and Whatnot in which convinced me to stop spazzing, I went into the city to buy food as there was next to none in the house and to do errands, many of which I'd left lying for a bit longer than I intended.
I was going to cut my phone hours with Cingular back, but it turns out that I've been using just under them anyway. I did update my address there, and at the bank, and at the post office with the form where I also mailed off my updated papers to the storage unit in Conroe (they had to swap units, and Revel went and handled the on-site stuff for me 'cause he is awesome and everyone should buy him pastries and pizzas and such) and a note and a check to get certified copies of something from Florida that I meant to do before I left Texas.
There's a Penndot at market and about 11th for which I can get a new id; and as I suspected I'm going to have to retake the learner's permit test on account of my current one being out of state and I was handed the PA version of the driving instruction book. Also, they have a lot shorter lines when they first open, which is apparently at 8:30 am. The line was quite long at the time, so I opted to come back for my picture id another day. Like, when I'm wearing my contacts and hadn't recently been rained on.
There's also a CVS right near buy that sells Iambs dry food and fur mice, so I got some of each as shao was running low and neither of the little stores (Rite Aid and a Dunkin Donuts gas station) carry that brand. Also, fur mice are pretty much the only things that shut him up. Yummy turkey does, too, so I saved part of my quiznos lunch for him, though I ate the bread and swiss cheese and onions portion that were left.
City Hall has some of the niftiest architectural sculptures I've seen in a while. I want to draw them. Especially the ones that cap the pillars in the alcove on the north broad street side.
I bought a week transpass (which apparently run mon-sun, not simply the day you buy them until a week later) and intend to spend the following week hitting up museums and generally taking in the sites, something I've put off doing for a while for reasons that defy most people's logic, including my own. Rodinnnnnn museum. Mmmmmm.
My nifty transcription job currently has less hours for me than nap-time at a day care center, so I'm back to poking around looking for an additional part-time job. Kinkos is hiring, and so is the Philadelphia Museum of Art. Museum work might make me feel more prestigious, but honestly I think the stuff I could learn at kinkos could be more useful. The employee discount would come in handy, too. Everything else I'm still too intimidated by to seriously consider for the moment. I need my feet under me if I want to be able to run at those walls.
And after a brief flirtation earlier in the month, I've thrown myself headlong into what I am sure will be a long-lasting and fully satisfying love affair with the Reading Terminal Market.
OMG. The food. The smells. The Iovine Bros produce market sells thai chilies and across from it there's a stand that sells fresh mozarella. The near-goey kind. And there's so much meat, and fish, and restaurant stalls, and this one place that sells jewelry including amber which I love to look at. I found everything I need for both the eggplant recipes (except a baking pan 'cause the utensil section was being redone, and I can probably pick up a cheap one from Rite Aid) and then some. I got broccoli. and a couple nectarines. I forgot to get yogurt, but I can always drop back in Monday.
And I snooped through the pay/half clothing place while I was waiting for my train. I think I will go back there and buy one or two pajama sets, because the two I still wear the most I have owned since high school and they're kinda falling apart.
My sunburn from the ocean trip during the reunion is peeling, I put sunblock on but not over all my exposed skin and my lower back got fried. I thought my face was fine but when I got up yesterday morning my lower lip had split in two places. Didn't bleed and barely hurts, thanks to chapstick I had on hand.
I'm trying to eat healthier, and I'm going to start focusing more on my breakfasts. Some research turned up what I ought to be intaking (I need to look up info on what *times* of the day are best to eat, aside from the obvious "eat less in the evening" that I've never managed to adhere to) and I'll see how that effects my health and if it affects my sleep cycle as well.
I didn't make it out to the museum today, I woke up on time but with stomach pains and the feeling like I was going to throw up. I went back to bed for two hours and did not throw up. I think this means the yogurt I had left is indeed past its prime, and I am glad I only had one bite of it last night.
I'm still feeling a bit off- and more than a little tired- right now, so I'll likely make an early night of it, maybe try to see where the local community colleges are and what they have to offer, and try to finish up Certain Art Projects I OweKathy People tomorrow afternoon.
This mozarella-proscetta wheel is quite tasty. My stomach doesn't seem to be objecting to it at all, either.
So, after a long chat with Steph yesterday afternoon about Teh Nature of Things and Whatnot in which convinced me to stop spazzing, I went into the city to buy food as there was next to none in the house and to do errands, many of which I'd left lying for a bit longer than I intended.
I was going to cut my phone hours with Cingular back, but it turns out that I've been using just under them anyway. I did update my address there, and at the bank, and at the post office with the form where I also mailed off my updated papers to the storage unit in Conroe (they had to swap units, and Revel went and handled the on-site stuff for me 'cause he is awesome and everyone should buy him pastries and pizzas and such) and a note and a check to get certified copies of something from Florida that I meant to do before I left Texas.
There's a Penndot at market and about 11th for which I can get a new id; and as I suspected I'm going to have to retake the learner's permit test on account of my current one being out of state and I was handed the PA version of the driving instruction book. Also, they have a lot shorter lines when they first open, which is apparently at 8:30 am. The line was quite long at the time, so I opted to come back for my picture id another day. Like, when I'm wearing my contacts and hadn't recently been rained on.
There's also a CVS right near buy that sells Iambs dry food and fur mice, so I got some of each as shao was running low and neither of the little stores (Rite Aid and a Dunkin Donuts gas station) carry that brand. Also, fur mice are pretty much the only things that shut him up. Yummy turkey does, too, so I saved part of my quiznos lunch for him, though I ate the bread and swiss cheese and onions portion that were left.
City Hall has some of the niftiest architectural sculptures I've seen in a while. I want to draw them. Especially the ones that cap the pillars in the alcove on the north broad street side.
I bought a week transpass (which apparently run mon-sun, not simply the day you buy them until a week later) and intend to spend the following week hitting up museums and generally taking in the sites, something I've put off doing for a while for reasons that defy most people's logic, including my own. Rodinnnnnn museum. Mmmmmm.
My nifty transcription job currently has less hours for me than nap-time at a day care center, so I'm back to poking around looking for an additional part-time job. Kinkos is hiring, and so is the Philadelphia Museum of Art. Museum work might make me feel more prestigious, but honestly I think the stuff I could learn at kinkos could be more useful. The employee discount would come in handy, too. Everything else I'm still too intimidated by to seriously consider for the moment. I need my feet under me if I want to be able to run at those walls.
And after a brief flirtation earlier in the month, I've thrown myself headlong into what I am sure will be a long-lasting and fully satisfying love affair with the Reading Terminal Market.
OMG. The food. The smells. The Iovine Bros produce market sells thai chilies and across from it there's a stand that sells fresh mozarella. The near-goey kind. And there's so much meat, and fish, and restaurant stalls, and this one place that sells jewelry including amber which I love to look at. I found everything I need for both the eggplant recipes (except a baking pan 'cause the utensil section was being redone, and I can probably pick up a cheap one from Rite Aid) and then some. I got broccoli. and a couple nectarines. I forgot to get yogurt, but I can always drop back in Monday.
And I snooped through the pay/half clothing place while I was waiting for my train. I think I will go back there and buy one or two pajama sets, because the two I still wear the most I have owned since high school and they're kinda falling apart.
My sunburn from the ocean trip during the reunion is peeling, I put sunblock on but not over all my exposed skin and my lower back got fried. I thought my face was fine but when I got up yesterday morning my lower lip had split in two places. Didn't bleed and barely hurts, thanks to chapstick I had on hand.
I'm trying to eat healthier, and I'm going to start focusing more on my breakfasts. Some research turned up what I ought to be intaking (I need to look up info on what *times* of the day are best to eat, aside from the obvious "eat less in the evening" that I've never managed to adhere to) and I'll see how that effects my health and if it affects my sleep cycle as well.
I didn't make it out to the museum today, I woke up on time but with stomach pains and the feeling like I was going to throw up. I went back to bed for two hours and did not throw up. I think this means the yogurt I had left is indeed past its prime, and I am glad I only had one bite of it last night.
I'm still feeling a bit off- and more than a little tired- right now, so I'll likely make an early night of it, maybe try to see where the local community colleges are and what they have to offer, and try to finish up Certain Art Projects I Owe
This mozarella-proscetta wheel is quite tasty. My stomach doesn't seem to be objecting to it at all, either.