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I don’t know if it’s caffeine withdrawal or the respiratory bug going around at work or what, but I feel like hell. Between the leg and the bug, I feel lousy. Apparently the only one who hasn’t been to the hospital for it yet is me—but then again I only just caught it. According to the folks at work, I look terrible.

…I can believe it. I felt terrible. I still feel terrible.

I’m going to have a glass of water and stick an alka-seltzer in it

I actually fell asleep on the bus…and in the pharmacy…and immediately crashed after managing to eat dinner today (a pizza loaded down with salt). My HEAD felt better but my gut could use some work still.

I’m crashing out.

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Actually it's MY leg asplode. This time, it was another total dislocate at work. I'm going in for MORE examinations.


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Between doing freelance housekeeping, keeping my own apartment straightened up, and trying to figure out what’s the deal with my own work, I’m having a hard time finding time to do much of anything that I’d like to do.


Well, except for watching the BBC Sherlock series (OMG SO GOOD), but that I can do when I’m on the bus waiting for it to take off to cart me to a store to pick up a bag of sugar or something.  I go through an alarming amount of sugar sometimes.  What’s more alarming is the amount of cream I go through for my coffee.  I bought three cartons the other day but that was just because I didn’t have the room in my refrigerator for six.


Wait, what was I just talking about?  Oh yeah.



Apr. 3rd, 2012 03:53 pm
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I’m working on getting my nerves back right now.  I’m speaking to a friend over messenger whom I haven’t seen in a long time, and waiting for my medicines to kick in.  Since I’m not supposed to take them on an empty stomach, I’ve just had four pieces of butter toast—it’s all I’ve got right now, at least until I get to the grocer’s.

A pound of venison thaws in my fridge; it’s been frozen rock solid for the last day and a half and I don’t know if it’ll be thawed when I get back.  Nerves be damned, I’m going to have to make that grocery run before tomorrow.

Work continues to pull shenanigans on me.  I haven’t heard back from them and I found out thirdhand that the bastards are currently in MOTHERFUCKING LAS VEGAS, and thus it may be a while before I hear back from them.  I know one thing: if they try to terminate me after this, I’m calling them on these shenanigans.  That’s discrimination.  And I hope that they realize this.  Hells, they’re treading ground dangerously enough with this thing they’re doing now, with the refusal to give me prompt notification as promised a week ago.

*inchoate rage*


Nov. 5th, 2011 03:55 pm
railenthe: (WTF2)

Dear Hotel Guests—


We ask but one thing of you when you use our elevator and breakfast.


Please, oh please—
Put on some pants.

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railenthe: (AWESOMEFACE)




*places bags down*


It was crazy!  22 rooms a piece!  44 altogether!  We had to run them as a team, like in assist teams!  But we beat the record set yesterday and got home quick!  Ahead of time!

Made a grocery run.  Bus left me, so I walked—but it’s OK!  I’ve never felt so ali—





In Ocarina News:  I'll be glad to oblige requests again, and post my successes…just as soon as my finger heals.  I cannot play with this fillet o' finger.

railenthe: (WTF2)

*trudge trudge*


Would you like to hear about a supremely fail day?  Sure.
Warnings for: rage and fail.  Hope you’re not squeamish, also, ‘cause the day caps off with a supreme injurious moment.

It’ll all be funny to me later on, once I’m medicated properly.  So feel free to laugh.  I have to.  If I don’t I’ll scream.


railenthe: (hyper!happy)

The day at work today was something of a bore.  Of course, it’s when things get interesting that there’s trouble.

With the cleaning largely done—nitpicky things like the oven remain to be done—I welcomed the chance to lie down and get my bearings, especially since I did something exceptionally stupid today at work.



Sep. 13th, 2011 01:37 pm
railenthe: (Noes)

Countdown to Judgement Day:  7 Days




This update here, this one right here?


It’s from work.


I’ve hauled my computer into work.  The updates that came up earlier today, backdated and the like, were written last week, while the internet at home has been seriously derpy.  While there isn’t anything that I can do about that for now—I owe a guy a bread and a pizza, and that’s why I’m sans internet right now—I’m going to try to keep on top of status.


I’m seriously dreading judgement day.  Especially now that I know when it is.


We’re throwing everything we’ve got at it again today, and tomorrow will be spent in rest.  My leg’s been complaining LOUDLY since last week, and I’ve probably overdone it.


So, in summary:


·         I’m not dead,

·         I’m not on the streets—yet, and

·         I haven’t forgotten my writing bribes obligations.  It’s just that it’s hard to write when one is crippled by a sense of dread.  As the Judge Magister says, you can only fathom the hell I’ve lived.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have panicking and cleaning to do.  In that order.

railenthe: (WTF2)

As of this entry, the internet’s more than derped—it’s down entirely.  I’d pester the guy who I get the internet from, but there’s absolutely no guarantee that I’ll still be here long enough to enjoy it.  Also I owe him a pizza.  ALSO also, he’s not positive what happened to it either.  We’re working on it.



Aug. 27th, 2011 07:08 pm
railenthe: (*sweatdrop*)

Countdown to Judgement Day:  23 Days


*drag drag*




*sets bags down with a huge CLINK-CLATTER*


*eyes frozen pitcher of ice water and decanter of ice coffee concentrate*

…You gotta be kidding me.


Wow XD )


Aug. 25th, 2011 07:57 pm
railenthe: (Noes)

Countdown to Judgement Day:  24 Days






*tosses stuff onto the newly cleared chair*


Espresso…or a latte…either way…



railenthe: (TEA)

Just got back from court.


I’m exhausted.


I’mma go and take a nap real quick before I do anything else.


…huwah?  Oh yeah, while I was waiting for my appointment I got to Disc 3 of FFIX.  WHOO!  STOP PICKLING YOURSELF ZIDDY! GET OUTTA THAT BOTTLE!


Now if you’ll excuse me, I needs must nap.  When I return, a posting of fic!

railenthe: (WTF?)

*trudge trudge*


*sets groceries down with a WHUMP*

*vein-throb eye-twitch*


Bottled water…aspirin…



Read more... )
railenthe: (*sweatdrop*)






*gets off of the computer*


Long day.  Was supposed to be Laundry.  Housekeeper didn’t show.  Wound up rooms.  So many beds. 24 of them.  Easily triple that in pillows.  Why, pray tell, do we need so many in one room?


WHY are people using the heater when it’s 90°F out?


WHY is there an endless loop of Lady Gaga and “WOULD YOU LIKE THIS BABY” Don’t You Want Me Baby stuck in my head?


Time enough to figure these things out later.

Right now…food.  Lots of food.  Food with cheese.  If I don’t reply to comments right away I’m stuffing my face.


Will be doing some writing later on.  I will post something eventually.

After all I gotta follow the Ballad of the Rocks somehow, right?



railenthe: (dammit!)

*trudge trudge*

*kicks off shoes.  The socks stay in*

…that works.

*preheats the oven*

*sets on water*

Food. Tea. Food. Tea. FOOD. )  EDIT: 8:20 PM:  I'm not going to be back on for long.  I can't write right now.  This edit is pulling it out of me.  I dozed off and woke up with ringing lights behind my left eye.

MURPHY'S FUCKING LAW.  I've got a migraine.  I'm going to find my last Imitrex and take it…whee~.Food. Tea. Food. Tea. FOOD. )


Jul. 10th, 2011 08:30 pm
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*trudges through the door*


*gets up, puts on a pot of water*

*Kicks off shoes*




All work and no play make Rai a dull child *repeat ad nauseam* )


railenthe: (Default)

*drags self through door*

*drops lunchbox on bed*

*drops purse on bed*

*falls on the bed*


*removes the computer from the bed, places it on her stomach, and lays back down*


Wine…or tea…I don’t care which.  Just gimme.



*thud* )


railenthe: (Tired)

One more day, guys...


I’m battling my knee still.  (It's huge and bruisy and purplish--worse so than my usual ugly knees. AND PAINFUL.) As I write this, I am only semi-lucid. Painkillers. They’re keeping me from trying to just gnaw my bad leg off. I just wish they didn’t mess with my head. It would explain why the Leekspin animation on my phone was so amusing.


On top of that, my computer just had a couple of nice little BSoDs. Oh, Windows. You never cease to irritate me. Chat logs went boom. Drafts of several things went boom.


So while my computer recovers from its own ouchies, I’m gonna do the same.

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