dreamscape, lost

Dear Universe,
What good are precognitive dreams if I don't know what they're predicting and I can't stop it all from happening? Seriously, what the hell?

It wasn't about Nico. It wasn't even my dog.
And all I can do is cry for their loss.

hypersensitivity triggers

This question was recently asked of me:
"I know you are hypersensitive, but what are the worst culprits for you? Like, music, smells, noises, lights, etc."

Loud, thumping, deep-bass music is the worst. The kind played in nightclubs at screaming volumes. The kind that you feel so deep in your gut that it hurts. It can trigger migraines and seizures for me and generally grates against my brain. But whenever I ask that it be turned down, and then get snapped at because the person likes his or her music so loud, I back off. I feel like I have no right to ask. I feel like a freak and a whiner. Sometimes I'd rather let myself hurt. I don't want to try and explain how much it physically and neurologically hurts me because I am tired of sounding like I make excuses for myself. I hate asking people to turn music down for me, but at the same time I cannot understand why the hell people need their music so loud. It's been proven to be rather detrimental to aural health, anyway. I actually love that type of music myself -- just at lower volumes.
Seriously, why must that music be so, so deafeningly loud?
Then, there is chemical scent. Perfumes, colognes, aftershaves, deodorants, household cleaners. I'm usually fine, unless those smells are intense, like when someone puts on too much cologne or uses too much chemical cleaner. I don't wear perfume all the time anymore. I have a bottle of Inis Arose and a bottle of Givenchy Very Irresistible. I’ll spritz them on very lightly and I’ll be just fine. The only fragrances I wear regularly now come from my Psyche Lotion and Shea Latte Body Butter from Vicki's store, because she makes the scents very light.

And now I feel as if I complain way too much. I apologize and I truly cannot help it if I’m super sensitive. But that’s how some people are. I just learn to live with it, really. Although I kind of wish people are a little nicer when they roll their eyes and grumble, "You're too sensitive, get over it."

Fleet(ing)

Adam is exposing me to "Sweeney Todd" with Johnny Depp. I've never actually seen any of the plays or anything. Should be interesting.
I do like that song about Johanna... Although I wonder how I'd be if my father was Sweeney Todd?

Also, I seemed to have irritated the universe again. Or possibly someone; I put my foot in my mouth a lot. After I came home I was hit with a fibro flare so bad that I still feel like a reanimated corpse. The last time this happened, I got into a heated phone argument with my mother shortly before the flare. I'd said something about my personality and how my behavior is sometimes misinterpreted, Mom took it the wrong way, we started snapping at each other, there were misunderstandings galore. We calmed down quickly, but my temper tends to cool slowly. I became emotional enough to trigger myself. I really must learn to ease up on myself.
Time for more cyclobenzaprine and NSAIDs.
I was in no pain this morning. It was raining, even.

bed cover... thing

Adam and I have this problem. Sort of. With our bed. See, he rolls around in his sleep a lot, thus yanking the bottom sheet off of the corners of the mattress on his side. I don't help much because I usually slide off my side, being short. It's a king sized bed. After a few weeks with new sheets, we wind up having the bottom sheet on one side but not the other, crumpled.
The bed needs to be remade constantly. I can do it by myself, it just takes a lot out of me and I do a poor job. We usually do it together, but lately Adam's job has been taking him away longer and longer.
Adam wants to know if there are ways to keep this from happening. Mattress covers? With zippers? Clothes pins? Tape? I have no idea.

Edit: These might work: Sheet Straps. We'd just have to go to a store and find them.

A new pet

We have a new reptilian addition. In the tank that houses our baby painted turtle, Donatello, we now have a small gold-eyed leopard frog.
His name is Napolean Bonafrog.
And if anyone gets that reference, I will (eventually) mail you a cookie. With green frosting. Shaped like a TMNT head.