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Nov. 19th, 2012 10:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeGerman will go here at some point when I have spoons.
Aten't dead.
I mean, if this shit keeps up, a lot of other people in my immediate vicinity might be, but I aten't.
Thank you guys for all the hugs and good wishes. Hugs back; I've just been way too tired to respond to things individually. Tracked down email and snail mail addresses, so that's going, no news of prognosis/timeframe as of yet. Cat owner was found and not murdered, much as I'd like to, for the most irksome offense of then asking us if we could keep it for another week because she was moving. Um. No. We're moving too. Come pick up your fucking cat. Or don't, and we'll just find it a new home with someone who cares enough about it to make some goddamn plans.
Though I shouldn't bitch too much, probably, I'm also getting an object lesson in best laid plans ganging the hell agley. In addition to every other damn thing I now have to deal with a mail order sale going on this week, free shipping. Fortunately it's a short working week because shipping isn't happening on Thursday or Friday because US holidays. Well, Thursday is an actual holiday. Friday is a UPS holiday to celebrate the occasion of DON'T GO OUT STAY AT HOME AND AVOID THE THUNDERING RAMPAGING SHOPPERS. Also known as Black Friday. Either way, I get a fucking four day weekend that would be a lot more of a weekend if I got to actually relax. As it is, no. I have to pack. More. Because... dun dun DUNNNN...
The boy is sick. Again. I was kind of thinking still but it might be more like again, either way he's spiking a 102 degree fever at the highest. We took him to the Urgent Care this morning and he got a diagnosis of bronchitis and a pack of antibiotics, and I will be picking up juice and tissues (and cat litter, less relevant to the sick) on the way home from work. And hopefully by Thursday he will be in any sort of position to move more shit over to the house and I might even get a couple of days of just relaxing! My god, it's a revolutionary concept, this relaxing shit.
So, over the next 11 days I have to somehow move the rest of our shit out of the apartment and over to the new house, write 40k words for Nano (that I don't have to do, but since the story is sitting right there in my head I would sure as hell like to get that done) and, preferably, get my Yuletide story finished. I mean, I've still got plenty of time and it's probably half done and all the way outlined, and it'll go easy once I've done it. But I'd like to get Yuletide out of the way given the sheer number of unknown unknowns that came running up to greet me with outstretched arms last week. No. Fuck off unknown unknowns. Fuck off, surprises. I am done with those.
I am so, so goddamn tired, you guys. I want a break. I really, really need this upcoming weekend to be an actual weekend, and I doubt that it's going to be. At least I do seem to have the cash to spare to book a day at a local spa, because I am finally down to the point of, fuck everything and all my brainweasels about not being pretty enough to be deserving of spa treatments, I want someone to pamper me goddammit. Currently looking at one of these with an eye more towards relaxing crap than beauty treatments. Although depending on how freaking painful it is I might throw in a brow waxing there because vanity. And then just get that touched up every so often. I like those people, they've been good to me when I've wrenched something at work (they're literally the next block over from where I work). So, yeah. Anyone care to offer an opinion who has done spa days more than I have? Which is ever. Because I've never been. Yes, I fail at letting people pamper me. Mostly because I have this issue where clearly I'm not beautiful enough to be one of those people who does spa things, which is stupid, yes, I know, I have body image/self-identity vs societal-girl-identity/etc issues. Many of them. Right now I'm too tired to listen to those weasels, so. That's the state of the Jag for now. I'm going to try and update at least once a day as things change, even if I don't get any language study done because yes, the language books are almost all packed now.
Aten't dead.
I mean, if this shit keeps up, a lot of other people in my immediate vicinity might be, but I aten't.
Thank you guys for all the hugs and good wishes. Hugs back; I've just been way too tired to respond to things individually. Tracked down email and snail mail addresses, so that's going, no news of prognosis/timeframe as of yet. Cat owner was found and not murdered, much as I'd like to, for the most irksome offense of then asking us if we could keep it for another week because she was moving. Um. No. We're moving too. Come pick up your fucking cat. Or don't, and we'll just find it a new home with someone who cares enough about it to make some goddamn plans.
Though I shouldn't bitch too much, probably, I'm also getting an object lesson in best laid plans ganging the hell agley. In addition to every other damn thing I now have to deal with a mail order sale going on this week, free shipping. Fortunately it's a short working week because shipping isn't happening on Thursday or Friday because US holidays. Well, Thursday is an actual holiday. Friday is a UPS holiday to celebrate the occasion of DON'T GO OUT STAY AT HOME AND AVOID THE THUNDERING RAMPAGING SHOPPERS. Also known as Black Friday. Either way, I get a fucking four day weekend that would be a lot more of a weekend if I got to actually relax. As it is, no. I have to pack. More. Because... dun dun DUNNNN...
The boy is sick. Again. I was kind of thinking still but it might be more like again, either way he's spiking a 102 degree fever at the highest. We took him to the Urgent Care this morning and he got a diagnosis of bronchitis and a pack of antibiotics, and I will be picking up juice and tissues (and cat litter, less relevant to the sick) on the way home from work. And hopefully by Thursday he will be in any sort of position to move more shit over to the house and I might even get a couple of days of just relaxing! My god, it's a revolutionary concept, this relaxing shit.
So, over the next 11 days I have to somehow move the rest of our shit out of the apartment and over to the new house, write 40k words for Nano (that I don't have to do, but since the story is sitting right there in my head I would sure as hell like to get that done) and, preferably, get my Yuletide story finished. I mean, I've still got plenty of time and it's probably half done and all the way outlined, and it'll go easy once I've done it. But I'd like to get Yuletide out of the way given the sheer number of unknown unknowns that came running up to greet me with outstretched arms last week. No. Fuck off unknown unknowns. Fuck off, surprises. I am done with those.
I am so, so goddamn tired, you guys. I want a break. I really, really need this upcoming weekend to be an actual weekend, and I doubt that it's going to be. At least I do seem to have the cash to spare to book a day at a local spa, because I am finally down to the point of, fuck everything and all my brainweasels about not being pretty enough to be deserving of spa treatments, I want someone to pamper me goddammit. Currently looking at one of these with an eye more towards relaxing crap than beauty treatments. Although depending on how freaking painful it is I might throw in a brow waxing there because vanity. And then just get that touched up every so often. I like those people, they've been good to me when I've wrenched something at work (they're literally the next block over from where I work). So, yeah. Anyone care to offer an opinion who has done spa days more than I have? Which is ever. Because I've never been. Yes, I fail at letting people pamper me. Mostly because I have this issue where clearly I'm not beautiful enough to be one of those people who does spa things, which is stupid, yes, I know, I have body image/self-identity vs societal-girl-identity/etc issues. Many of them. Right now I'm too tired to listen to those weasels, so. That's the state of the Jag for now. I'm going to try and update at least once a day as things change, even if I don't get any language study done because yes, the language books are almost all packed now.