Charming Neuroticism

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Feeling a little neurotic...  charmingly so, but still neurotic.

Managed to come down with a cold that I picked up from the office and from a lack of sleep and, well...  too much time in the office and not enough relaxing/recouping.  At least I have the next three days off, but I'll probably spend them sneezing all over Creation, simpering and maybe sketching to keep my mind off of my misery.  (Kinda joking here, I'm not really THAT miserable.  Um...  yet.)

I need to draw a new devID for 2017/age thirty-four (as of 04.07.2017).  Thinking of something Lego related, such as a Lego Mandi or something equally weird and obscure.  This, of course, was inspired by the new Lego Batman Movie that I saw with Puppetcancer over the pre-Valentine's Day weekend.  Loved it.  Freaking ADORED it.  Eddie Izzard lending his vocal chords to Lego Voldemort and Jemaine Clement voicing Sauron?  How could I NOT love a movie with my two number one dudes in it?  (Eddie looks better in a dress than I do and Jemaine voiced Fart on Rick & Morty.  And this gets better how...?)

And let me say it because I haven't yet, but I saw the SNL YouTube clip with John, and Melissa McCarthy is the only Sean Spicer for me.  That woman is crazy; how can she be that side splitting and not laugh ONCE while performing?  She is truly a master of the craft to be so damned hilarious and able to play it with a straight face.  Trump messed up, he should have taken McCarty on instead of Spicy.  I can't stand Trump or anyone who looks like him, but if ANYONE could make that douche nozzle even REMOTELY palatable to me, it's Melissa.  Bitch outta her mind, I love her to death.  I haven't seen anything she's done that I didn't like --  my favorites were The Heat and Ghostbusters.   And Kate McKinnon?  That's my girl.  Kate is my celebrity wife.  Granted, she has no clue about her marital status with Mandi, but don't let that cheapen my adoration of the lady.

Back on the Melissa McCarthy tangent; watch her performance in The Heat.  Her character of Detective Shannon Mullins is what Officer Amanda Pope would have been.  I'm not sure if I'm saying that in jest or not, but I'm thinking more along the lines of, "McCarthy's portrayal is a little too eerily accurate of The Infamous Ofc. P.

Spent some of the morning cleaning up/organizing/sorting, as I had planned to yesterday when it finally occurred to me I, at long last, have a weekend (and following Monday) off from work.  Did manage to get some purging done, too, by which I mean, "getting things into a box to ship off to Goodwill," and not the more traditional meaning of the word, this being, "induce barfing."  Did NOT do the latter.  'Cause yuck.  Threw my nail polish collection into a little makeup train case, where it all fits quite nicely, which, to me, says, "try not to put too many more bottles of this stuff into your collection, the last thing you need is more stuff that necessitates more and larger boxes/bags/cases/plastic tote bins."  Or, if nothing else, "use up some of what you have before you buy more or replace anything."  It sounds simpler than it is.  Kind of.  I think.

It looks like February again here in Wisconsin; it snowed/iced last night and it's cold enough to prevent either from really melting, which sucks, but at least it's congruous for this time of year.  Sixty-four degrees on, what, Wednesday?  In February?  In Wisconsin?  That's the Apocalypse.  Four horsemen, my ass, you know the end is nigh when Wisconsin is warm in the middle/towards the end of winter.  It's in the Bible.  It is.  Read it. 

Anyhow, I should probably get some more stuff done on my limited time off, which I'll already need to take to recoup from this cold thing before Tuesday at 8:30AM when I'm due back in the office.  Boo.  But okay.  I mean, this is preferable to having to work while I'm sick, so I shouldn't complain.  Oh, it's not going to stop me from doing so, mind, I'm just saying I shouldn't.


God love you like I do, my Friends.
Mandi L. Pope