railenthe | *FREAKING OUT AGAIN*

Countdown to Judgement—Fuck it, I’ve lost count

I’ve rather lost track of the time. I know that it’s a little less than two weeks. It’s been several days since the internet has been out entirely, as well, and I’m—well, I’ve gone thoroughly stir-crazy here. I can’t keep up with what’s going on, the BF undercut me a couple of times at my hearing (I KNOW YOU DIDN’T SHUSH ME IN THE MIDDLE OF A HEARING!), there’s been a rather impressive screaming match—or three—and the exhaustion!BSoD’s officially hit me like a pallet of bricks. I don’t handle stress well when I can’t vent at someone who GETS it. We’ve been woefully short on that count lately.

This paycheck’s been eaten by buying emergency crap to try and save my ass. …and one item that he considers a luxury, but I consider highly necessary, but meh. The vast majority of it has been cleaning supplies, storage solutions, hooks, shelves, and convenience food.

I can already see your expressions: Rai? NOT COOKING? Before you break out the thermometers there’s a sound strategy in this: if I don’t use my stove for anything more complicated than tea (or soup), it won’t have the time to get into bad shape. I can live off of steamed rice until I hear the official verdict. I’ve done it before, I can do it again.

I’m not very confident, I’ll admit. But in the case that I do manage this, I’ve managed to get my hands on some seriously awesome bakeware. Better Homes and Gardens, no less. I have NEVER seen a pie pan this heavy! I could actually DO something with this.
…at least I could actually do something with this once I find out I’m safe.

Have I mentioned my UNREASONING TERROR at this? No? I’ll do that now, then.

*ranting, venting, raging, ranting some more, and finally slumping onto the floor*

Ai yai yai.
Once I’ve recovered from this @!#$ I gotta see a guy about an internet, with a pizza. And I’ll do the bulk of the work at his place so I don’t muss my nice clean kitchen…