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| Monday, November 9th, 2009 |
unknownbinaries
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1:13p |
It's a union made in heaven.
Okay, so whatever this is, is still trying to become the plague. Nearly ten hours of sleep did me much good, and extra vitamin C, spicy food and DayQuil should kick the rest of it, though. The whole birthday thing is kind of looming at this point. I'm not sure if I still want my Very Own Party(tm). Part of me keeps trying to convince the rest of me that people are only coming because it's an excuse for a party, and because they feel sorry for me. The latter of which is usually a sign that *I* want to feel sorry for me. For some reason. Blargh. I'm going to finish that damned magazine cover and send it off today. Reeeeeeeally craving some damned carrot juice. I need a juicer, because the pre-juiced stuff is so frigging expensive, but carrots are actually pretty cheap. Been having a clothing crisis lately, the kind that makes me want to toss the bulk of what I own now and replace it, based in a want of Cayce Pollard Units, so, likely it's more a want of simplicity. I'm getting bored of my clothes, and am relatively uninterested in trying terribly hard at any kind of 'scene' style anymore. I don't often go anywhere that merits it, and I generally end up feeling like a tool even if I do. Also, all of my jeans are faded to no-longer-black, and have patches on the butt pockets. It's kind of irritating. Finding packs of v-neck t-shirts like that in black is a pain, though. I've tried. Not impossible, just a pain. If anyone knows of any cheaper than Calvin Klein's 3-for-thirty, let me know? But that's the cheapest so far, better than AA's (12 bucks apiece, I think), and Hanes' only comes in white. Current Mood:  blah |
mendori
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9:25a |
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mendori
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7:27a |
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wolven
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12:15a |
New client
Right now, I'm trying out a LiveJournal Client, for Linux. Tomorrow, I'll tell you about Primer, and the series finale of Life, and the season finale of Mad Men, and how awesome the party at the farm was... But that's tomorrow. Good night. Current Mood: Deeply tiredCurrent Music: Stuff. |
| Sunday, November 8th, 2009 |
unknownbinaries
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7:32p |
Gone from here, away from here, don't leave me here, I hate it here.
I've had Voltaire's 'Feathery Wings' stuck in my head since yesterday. Farm-thing-late-Halloween-party at Brandon's farm was great, as per usual. There were some snags; the water pump was out so the toilet could not be flushed, the horses escaped at some point making horrible noise in the woods and scaring the crap out of everyone, and by the time I went to bed I was too tired/drunk to brain, and we missed that there was a space heater in where we were to be sleeping. Thus, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) wolven and I have learned what it is like to be too cold to sleep. Oh, and getting up in the middle of the night to pee in the other farmhouse was an adventure. It was still fun. The bonfire was lovely, so were the stars and wolven managed to melt glass in it. A friend of Brandon's brought her adorable dog. The bathroom trip could only be described as blue o'clock. I may have the plague, also, due to this cold night, on top of some other poor choices. If it sticks around until my birthday, I will be highly upset, but a nap, a brief hot shower, and raoin's tasty pork-tomato-corn-bean stew concoction has gone a long way to making me feel...maybe not normal, but far less like a flattened shoggoth. We'll see after I get a decent night's sleep, where this stands. Current Mood:  crap |
| Saturday, November 7th, 2009 |
unknownbinaries
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11:14a |
Stole'd from lupabitch
 I had to. I'm going to have art in the next Pentacle Magazine. I was asked yesterday, and was waiting on an okay from rata_min_shin, as it was her Legba that they wished to borrow. I'll be getting at least a free copy, but they run on volunteer contributions. A lot of things seem to be pointing me at getting myself out there, specifically in avenues that I like and am interested in, so I'm relatively okay with it. I'll be sending that off as soon as breakfast and coffee start my brain up. |
| Friday, November 6th, 2009 |
adamselzer
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8:08p |
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drgnsyr
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5:49p |
Yet Another Boring Entry
Today began with cleaning up the last of the pile of stuff that's been hugging the wall by my bedroom door since we moved in. The idea was to clean it all up and then vacuum, but this turned into a bit of a process. After straightening the bedroom I cleaned up the coat closet. This was more a matter of necessity than intent, as I needed to find the bags for the vacuum cleaner. I'm glad I did though. The bottle of porch cleaner that had been stashed in there had fallen on it's side and had stuff piled on top of it. The slow leak that resulted had EATEN THROUGH OUR FLOOR! Luckily it's inside the closet so no one will notice, but still! Those chemicals have been moved into the safety of the garage until the boys decide to use them. Knowing that I needed to change the vacuum bag, and knowing that there wouldn't be enough room in the current trashbag, I took the opportunity to empty all the little trash cans in the house (think bathrooms, living room, bedroom). Then, after some hassle and possible a permanent screwing up of the vacuum, I got the bag changed. And it still seems to work fine. I don't think this is the first time I've vacuumed our bedroom, but it is certainly the first time it has been vacuumed this thoroughly. I also vacuumed the hallway while I was at it. After a break for lunch, it was time to tackle the bathrooms. My cleaning supplies are limited at the moment, but that may have worked out for the best. I scrubbed our tub, and then cleaned both sinks and both toilet bowls. I'm out of the disposable heads for my toilet brush, so I just scrubbed them down by hand with clorox wipes. This is the "probably for the best" part as there's a lot of grunge around the rims that the brush just doesn't quite get off. Once Egger and Serena get here we'll see if they can give us a lift to pick up detergent and cat litter. All in all, another productive day! |
unknownbinaries
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1:21p |
If I didn't love you, then you had only one alternative.
I woke up at about eight-thirty this morning thinking about art and representation and business because I dreamt of being at my old house with wolven, where Jhonen Vasquez and Roman Dirge, taxidermied, stopped by, the former to heckle and be a jackass, and the latter to say hello and talk about his experiences with these things. Roman was also waiting on someone, an assistant, to deliver supplies so he could get some emergency work done before he left. There was also a bit with a Girl Scouts reunion, in which I was told by one of the girls that I owed them artwork, and then my leaving upon the realisation that I did not need to be part of that group in order to enact 'honesty, loyalty and...?' (there was something else, something that my sleeping brain made part of a motto of sorts). I woke again at ten-thirty, minus a wolven who was in the shower, and plus a Dorian-cat, and it took me a few minutes to actually want to get out from under the covers. It doesn't feel like it should be Friday already. Lots of cleaning to do in preparation for next weekend. I don't remember the last time the kitchen was cleaned thoroughly, at least not since last year, before the second wedding reception, when I scrubbed everything, top to bottom. The bathroom could use it too. (Oh, AND the backyard, if we're going to have a bonfire as per usual.) Dividing up cleaning never works for me. I can't just clean one room on one day, and then another one the next. I have to point myself in a direction, clean until I fall over, and if there's anything left to do, then I either get someone else to do it, or continue the next day, depending on how much non-cleaning stuff I have to do at the time, how filthy things are, and how motivated I happen to be. Speaking of the party, if you want to bring things, food, booze or otherwise, ask wolven. If you want anything in specific and have doubts, bring it. I've had a couple people ask me what i want for my birthday, too, and I've told them the same, because posting my wishlists myself kind of feels a little too shameless. If he points people towards them, it's okay. Speaking of which I really should transfer the Amazon one. Maybe today. Scanning the cards I have finished today, and hopefully finishing the Semaphore cover for really reals. Emails to send re: that last thing as well as finding the readme files for the fonts I intend on using. Then, probably cleaning the bathroom (before it gets worse) and some Swedish lessons. I don't have to cook tonight, as we're either having a pizza or leftovers. I did the ghetto Biryani again, this time with pork chops and a much hotter curry blend. It seemed to be a success, and is possibly my new favourite I-can't-get-warm food. I still want to try it with shrimp or scallops, but I've never cooked either, though chunks of fish like tilapia or swai might be good, too. But there's a large serving of that left, and two of the chicken-and-mushroom spaghettis we had the night before. At this point, I could go either way, and it's all up to D. I've been seriously thinking about dreads, again. Despite that I probably couldn't afford a pro-hairstylist to do them, and I don't quite trust me not to fuck it up, AND I should at least wait until I bleach my hair again. From all I've read, the drying helps. Current Mood: blah |
unknownbinaries
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1:26a |
I realised something, yesterday.
Or maybe it was Tuesday. It's been bouncing around back there. The kinds of things that I've been ranting and distraught for a while now about 'losing' are the kinds of things that, the more I treat them as being lost, the further they will be out of my reach. I Know how the pieces fit. Current Mood:  .Current Music: Amanda Fucking Palmer-The Astronaut (stuck in my head) |
retrofatale
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1:20a |
Holiday Cards!
I don't have a paid account anymore so I can't do a poll, so I'll make all comments screend to get everyone's addresses for the annual sending of the holiday cards. I'm poor so I ca really do presents, but I can send you all a bit of cheer in the mail. If you want one (especially since I have switched computers since last year) please leave your name and snail mail address in the comments. I will leave them all screened so no one can see your address or get creepy stalker on you. Also, just because I know how to get to your house does not mean I actually know the address, I may just know the directions by landmarks. So PLEASE, even if you think I have it or know it, leave it below if you want a holiday card. You have until Thanksgiving to give it to me! |
| Thursday, November 5th, 2009 |
drgnsyr
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11:47p |
Another boring entry
So today I tried to ride on the productive momentum I built up yesterday. Unfortunately, being limited to the Target shopping center by Andrew's office for the entirety of the business day* did put a bit of a hiccup in that idea. However, upon arriving home I forced myself into the swing of things - at least a little bit. Today's unusual cleaning project (by which we mean something other than the ones that should, but often aren't, done regularly, like dishes and laundry and recycling soda cans) was spraying the kitchen and other public rooms for bugs. While this task is not as tedious or time consuming as the refrigerator project, it was perhaps even more necessary. I think I had a better understanding of how to do it than I did the last time I tried, so let us all cross our fingers and hope that this time it is more effective. Thank goodness we already had this large jug of bug stuff in the basement or we'd be overrun and helpless to stop it. Following the bug spraying I moved on to the projects that don't really win me brownie points even if I wish they would (I would like to be paid in sweet cream and cake - which sounds like a cold stone combination, no?). I unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher. Then I threw a load of towels (Master Bath towels, guest towels and kitchen towels) in to wash while I picked up and sorted the dirty laundry that blanketed our bedroom floor. I then put away the various shoes and belts and accessories scattered through out the living and dining rooms and collected all the cans I could find to recycling. Then it was two more loads of laundry and putting the towels away. Yes, I probably could have gotten more done. But I'm battling exhaustion. Hopefully tomorrow will be more productive. Oh! And I unclogged the bathroom drain yesterday. That was gross.
*Andrew's work provides dinner for employees and their families on Thursdays and I enjoy the opportunity for a well cooked free meal. Unfortunately, we only have one car and we don't really have the gas budget for him to drive out there in the morning, have me drive the car all the way home and then drive it all the way back to meet him for dinner and take him home. We'd probably spend as much on gas doing that as I would have spent to just make myself dinner at home. But the Target next door has a coffee shop. So I finally finished that book James loaned me and got re-started on that play I've been meaning to write :-) Current Mood:  exhausted |
unknownbinaries
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2:49p |
Deliver me from Tedium.
I think I dreamed about being someone's Messenger. I had a scooter/motorcycle type thing. Smaller than the latter, larger than the former. I had an earpiece I kept arguing with my Boss (whoever that was, I saw a large building, a suit, clean-shaven head) about, because it worked less often and less well than my phone did. I wore a purple-gunmetal-and-black sari over jeans, and was given an almost-but-not-quite matching scarf by someone I had to deliver safely. I didn't see her, but I knew she was a 'she', sitting on the back of my bike thing. It meant something complex, that it didn't quite match, something arcane and diplomacy-based. The whole thing took place somewhere that was a combination of my favourite things about both Atlanta and Philly; industrial complexes and near-arcological skyscrapers, factories and rivers, sprawling between patches of gorgeous, thick, lonely overgrowth. I wonder why it is when I get near the end of a project, I find myself going 'Well, it isn't due for X number of days...Fuck it! We don't have to look at it! Lets sit on anything we have left to do for it for even longer!' Because I've been staring at everything I might be doing-even for myself!-and twiddling my fucking thumbs, incessantly. Even now, I'm procrastinating from finishing my workout and getting dressed, and I should probably go do that. :D Current Mood:  slacktastic |
zemiron
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2:00p |
LARP
I just finished reading what's been going on with the Cam List and I think it's freaking awesome. I wish I could know what's going on behind the scenes. I hope something really awesome comes out of this. I love that people are sticking it to a Justicar and I can't wait to see what happens next. Also, I've noticed that the number of PC Archons has increased by an incredible amount. It seems like everyone and their mother is an Archon in OWbN. When did that happen? |
mad_m0nk
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5:05p |
ToHo
So I missed my train. Don't know if I misremembered the schedule, or just got distracted and didn't make it in time. Either way, I needed to make up time, so I got on the express out in that direction, hoping I could transfer to the local I should have been on. Didn't happen. Decided to run it and see if I could beat the next local, arriving in 8 minutes (needed to hit my destination in about 15, with a 5 minute walk from the station). Mistake. On my local line (the inokashira if you care) the stations are really close together, and I've beaten one back home from two stations down. Not here. I hoofed it, sending a text message when I realized it wasn't gonna happen, and when I told my friend where I was, he told me that turning around and catching the train would Still be faster. Not a chance. Decided a cab was the best option, only the guy didn't want to give me a ride. "i don't know where that is". - "here, i'll let my friend explain to you." - "i'm going the other way" .
Anyway, it was worth it. I came into the auditorium (ToHo is a high school, i was invited to speak about their summer program at Clemson), and there was this huge high-pitched scream like I was a rock star. Three years worth of the students (all from this year, maybe 10 from last year, and 4-5 from the year before) had come. Plus the new students, but they didn't know me yet.
I'd forgotten most of the oldest ones, as well as the names of the ones from last year. Nonetheless, they refreshed my memory and asked what I'm doing here, gave me pictures. Part of the program was showing a video on their time at Clemson, and their screams recurred at various moments throughout, as did my laughter. Some of my favorites were back with their old antics. The ones I'd messed with hid my backpack. Riddle girl had one waiting for me.
Afterward I went back with Takashi-sensei (a.k.a. Ted) to pick up his daughter from a nursery school, and then to his house to eat dinner. They were very friendly, and I was as comfortable as though they were all good friends by the time the dinner (and beverages) were over. The daughter, mana-chan, is four, and was showing off her addition/subtraction skills. She'd ask us a question, and Ted and I would get it wrong, then she'd tell us what the answer was. When she was wrong, her mom would say "isn't it this?", often to be met with disagreement. They asked her how she got it, and she explained that she added in her head. I asked her how she'd know if she was wrong, but of course she isn't wrong, so that's not really a problem.
Back at the リョウ I was met with people wanting to play Shadowrun (without completed characters ::sigh::) and the noises of professional starcraft in the lounge. Before I leave, I hope to get my ass kicked into shape by one I can only assume is a Korean. |
steam_doll
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12:25a |
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| Wednesday, November 4th, 2009 |
drgnsyr
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9:00p |
In which I accomplish great things! Or at least mediocre ones.
Once I got out of bed today I decided to take a walk down to Kroger. I wanted to pick up a bottle of lemon juice (I know James, I know, but lemons are $.42 a piece and prone to go bad before I actually need them). Too often I run across recipes where I could make them with ingredients I already own if only I had some lemon juice on hand. While at Kroger I also grab some cans of tuna (fish has important nutrients and tuna is cheap and more filling than beans and rice). I was also excited to find that the big jar of peanut butter was on sale for less than the little jar. Perfect timing given that we have tons of bread in the house and just finished the last jar Monday! I also got Mat some icecream because he is sick and sad. It was even still cold when I got home! I love insulated grocery bags. Following my return from Kroger, I spent about an hour today cleaning our refrigerator. The kind that involves getting down on ones hands and knees and scrubbing. However, do not assume that it is the intent of that statement to imply that my refrigerator is now not dirty. While cleanliness is a state that I do not often maintain, it is a concept that I understand. And I would not be so foolish as to claim that the current state of my refrigerator reflects that ideal. No, my refrigerator is not clean. What it is, is no longer filthy. Expired food has been disposed of, notable pools of strange sticky substances have been cleansed, and many drawers and shelves were removed and rinsed off in the tub. Yes, I could probably have my mother look in it with out being mortified. I would probably avoid failing a health inspection based on the fridge alone. But I still wouldn't let my child's principal or social worker grab something out of it. Luckily for me, I don't have children yet! Also, I made stuffed grape leaves and hummus for dinner. But Anie, you say, aren't you too poor to dine on such luxuries? Why yes, and actually that's WHY I had those things for dinner. Because all the ingredients (once we added a tiny expenditure in the form of the aforementioned lemon juice) could be found in my fridge and spice cabinet! I was not always the pauper I am today. Besides, I needed to do something with that extra rice and chick peas left over from Sunday. So all in all, today was a productive day. I acquired cheap food stuffs, cleaned the gross out of my kitchen and made myself some truly delectable comestibles. And tomorrow I shall write a play and eat free dinner. At least that's the plan. |
unknownbinaries
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7:05p |
Quick note.
Not feeling much like interactive-type-internetting today. I do want to say that I agree for the most part with both of the people who responded to the animals & sexuality article post, at least from what I remember of it. I read your responses last night after a rather heavy beer, drowsy from blood loss, and tired from trying very hard not to be an unintended bitch to people who didn't deserve it just because I was feeling very antisocial and cranky last night. I may get to responding when I'm not defaulting to 'snarly bitch', but I'm seeing now that my title sounded a bit more 'Fuck you, Darwin!' than I'd intended when I meant just to be excited about someone finally really pushing something I've felt is a fucking no-brainer since I started really paying attention to interpersonal interaction. I dreamed of an awesome house, of moving into it with all the current roommates. It was beautiful and well-lit, with lots of windows, and old. There were secret passageways in bookshelves and closets and floors, into more nice rooms and wooden porches and basements and a yard where people pointed me toward a stable. It was all well-furnished, not with high-end or new furniture, but comfortable and bright-coloured stuff. Not many of the walls were painted, most of it was just honey-coloured, barely treated wood. We were all exploring different parts of the place. Current Mood:  still sleepy |
aesthetic
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1:38p |
HALLOWEEN PARTY!!!!
HALLOWEEN PARTY!!!
We love Halloween and we know you do too! So, Phobia is giving you one ANOTHER chance to celebrate, be scary, and WEAR THAT COSTUME on November 6th!
DJs Aesthetic, 313, and Lecter will have you scared to leave the dance floor, while Master Chuck gives you a safe place to play in our dungeon. As always, our doors open at 10pm and they close at 6am. The cover is only $12 in costume or fetish gear and $15 otherwise!
Oh and did I mention, we *WILL* have candy!?! Current Mood:  excited |
wolven
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10:12a |
I want
I want you to be happy. I want you to feel, to want, to drive, home and forward, away from that place. I want you to say what you want, to be clear and loud, resounding and resolute. I want to teach and change, and grow, and be made better, as a person, as I help people make themselves better. I want excellence to be its own reward. I want a career in which these things are the things that drive me, rather than quarterly profits, or making, selling, and consuming Things (though I am supremely good at all of those, and I could sell you your own mother, at twice the price). I want to be with you as you find what you really are, as you walk on that continual path to find that you are always finding, that perfection is a perfecting art of abjuring and embracing all artifice. I want to watch the world burn down. I want to watch the world come together and rebuild itself, sure that they will fall apart, again, at any moment, secretly hoping they won't (and vice versa). I want you to know that I'm a cyborg made of magic from three days past last week's future and I'm here to taste the electricity between your synapses and neurons. I want you to be certain that, if I like the flavour, I'm going to string the fibres of your heart to your hands, so you're all yours, again, because it's the least I can do. I want to create an immaterial space, a place where we work on things, together, but apart from each other, if we need to. We will come to each other and say, "This is what I have done. What do you think?" And we will say "That is amazing, what you have done; here is how I see it, and what I think it can do, and how I think it fits into making the world a more amazing place to be. You are a wonderful talent and thinking creature, and I love you and I'm glad you are my friend." I want to work separately on things, and refine them, together, because compromise is weakness, and consensus can only be achieved after Every One has a clear vision of what it is that they are doing, individually, and how they think that works. I want everyone I love to love everyone else I love. I want to drink, until I don't want that, anymore, because that want is so contingent on so. Much. Else. I want to know what I is that you want, and how you want it, and I want to know precisely how to help you get it. I want you to know that, when I give you what you want, it is never a gift. I want you to understand that, when I say that I want to help you understand how you get it, it is the best (only) gift I can offer. I want breakfast. I want fire and blood and spinning wheels and golden threads of silken light and silver coin-like moons floating high above us, plucked out of nowhere and nothing, and meaning everything between us, holding keys and sponsorship to our interaction, forever, between us, together. This is what I want. Current Mood: Morning, magicCurrent Music: Moxy Früvous - [Morphée] |
tinaea
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9:28a |
I've had heart burn since Monday night, guuuuuuhhh. I take is as my body saying, "Hey, I wanted to get us a birthday present, too!" Went out last night to celebrate with the room mates and boyfriend. Ended up watching little people wrestling at a bar. When I say wrestling, I mean full-on wrestling in a ring. |
retrofatale
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8:01a |
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| Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009 |
addictionkitten
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2:16p |
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unknownbinaries
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1:29p |
Oh, and another nail in the coffin of clearly-divided biological gender roles.
Found yesterday, forgot to pass on here.In short, the person in question in the article kicks Darwin's notion that sex and sexuality are solely for procreation, and follows the signs that it is also a social bonding mechanism for critters with complex social structures, into very interesting territory where homosexuality is not a curious aberration, but perfectly natural and important as a kind of social cement. I'd like to get my paws on their book/article in full (I forgot which). And yes, I just used the word 'social' far too many times, but I lost any and all synonyms. Current Mood:  curious |
unknownbinaries
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11:50a |
TMI (and other things, taking their) Time
Dear Ovaries. Can we get on with it? I'm getting sick of waiting for things. I'd rather not have you doing your monthly thing on my birthday, the Friday after this one. And I'm finding it hard to focus on any work I might have to do while all my hormones are doing their best impression of Paxil in preparation. It's time to deposit the box of loose change again. I think I've got about a roll of quarters in there, and some more already rolled from a while ago, because while I'll do it at the ATM, depositing five or six bucks at the teller is humiliating. (12:10-ish: Oh, THERE'S the TMI. FInally. Why do Requests of the Universe always work here, but not at, say, Twitter? And while requests are being taken, Hey, Universe, make everyone want to buy my crap, mmkay?) (And SCORE. Found two-something in mostly quarters under the couch.) Now it's time to pop some aspirin and work out before the cramps hit in earnest. It usually helps them, oddly enough. And then it's time to do the work I didn't get to yesterday, and continue the rounds of masochistic geekery that is learning to use Linux via command line only. wolven is *hosting* Trivia tonight. I will be there for alternate moral support and heckling. (1:26 PM: I'm feeling completely Lilith at the moment, just now realising things waited until the moon was waning again.) Current Mood: No Time for Bullshit. |
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