Random Chaos

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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*

Dear Hotel Guests—

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*trudge trudge*

*flop*

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.

( INCOMING FAIL )

So.

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.

Countdown to Judgement Day:  23 Days

*drag 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 )

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!

*drag*

*slump*

OW DAMMIT!

*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?

*trudges through the door*

*faceplants*

*gets up, puts on a pot of water*

*Kicks off shoes*

TEA DAMMIT.

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.