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Sep. 14th, 2016 10:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeWell, today was going to be better, except then I was woken up at two in the fucking morning by something to do with cat shenanigans, I have no idea? I was half asleep and the boy was muttering things about the bed and the light was on and look I just want to fucking sleep through the fucking night because I have a fucking long day tomorrow, turn off the fucking light and let me sleep or tell me to go sleep in the guest room. Christ.
So today the money gremlin is screaming in my ear all day and I feel behind in everything and like nothing's getting done. Even if today marks the second day of good strong routines (Monday was a day of migraines and Trump, so.)
Ugh. I just want some sleep. And for the polls to reflect that we are a country cognizant of the fact that we have one viable candidate, two semi-viable candidates with some extremely poor ... not views, exactly. Poor preparation for the candidacy? The whole "Where's Aleppo" thing and Stein's distrust of science worries me. And then we have a walking tire fire. And yet the polls indicate that a troubling percentage of this country's population doesn't realize that you just can't fucking put this guy in office. I don't care what your social or fiscal or even political views are, the man is unfit. He is not prepared, he has no interest in getting prepared, he actively ignores what experienced advisers tell him, he is unfit.
The saving graces here may be his inability to fucking pay attention to anything for longer than five minutes or however long it annoys him, whichever is shorter, and the result that if we do get a Democratic House and Senate, he's not skilled enough to do end runs around them. I'm still terrified.
Happier things. Do I have happier things? I finally finished Skull Wars which is less like a happier thing except for the fact that more awareness means more compassion (usually) and more progress, and I'm working on Poisoned Blade, which would go a lot faster without migraines. But I am enjoying it. The store continues to do good business. Mikey's cut above his eye isn't doing so good but he's otherwise okay. (The scab is all but falling off, it was halfway falling off when I left for work today, it is gross. And the cone we have is inadequate. But we can't afford a vet visit until next week sometime. In the meantime, at least, we have antibiotics and we're keeping an eye on him as much as we can. Hopefully he doesn't go galumphing into anything again.)
(Really, this is probably the main reason I'm freaking out about money, is it's a very thin fig leaf over me freaking out about my cat.)
More happier things? I'm starting capoeira again tonight which is kind of terrifying, how out of shape have I gotten? And I really, really don't want to go, but I enjoy the effects it has and the socializing is fun so. Eh.
I think mostly I just need a couple good nights' uninterrupted fucking sleep.
So today the money gremlin is screaming in my ear all day and I feel behind in everything and like nothing's getting done. Even if today marks the second day of good strong routines (Monday was a day of migraines and Trump, so.)
Ugh. I just want some sleep. And for the polls to reflect that we are a country cognizant of the fact that we have one viable candidate, two semi-viable candidates with some extremely poor ... not views, exactly. Poor preparation for the candidacy? The whole "Where's Aleppo" thing and Stein's distrust of science worries me. And then we have a walking tire fire. And yet the polls indicate that a troubling percentage of this country's population doesn't realize that you just can't fucking put this guy in office. I don't care what your social or fiscal or even political views are, the man is unfit. He is not prepared, he has no interest in getting prepared, he actively ignores what experienced advisers tell him, he is unfit.
The saving graces here may be his inability to fucking pay attention to anything for longer than five minutes or however long it annoys him, whichever is shorter, and the result that if we do get a Democratic House and Senate, he's not skilled enough to do end runs around them. I'm still terrified.
Happier things. Do I have happier things? I finally finished Skull Wars which is less like a happier thing except for the fact that more awareness means more compassion (usually) and more progress, and I'm working on Poisoned Blade, which would go a lot faster without migraines. But I am enjoying it. The store continues to do good business. Mikey's cut above his eye isn't doing so good but he's otherwise okay. (The scab is all but falling off, it was halfway falling off when I left for work today, it is gross. And the cone we have is inadequate. But we can't afford a vet visit until next week sometime. In the meantime, at least, we have antibiotics and we're keeping an eye on him as much as we can. Hopefully he doesn't go galumphing into anything again.)
(Really, this is probably the main reason I'm freaking out about money, is it's a very thin fig leaf over me freaking out about my cat.)
More happier things? I'm starting capoeira again tonight which is kind of terrifying, how out of shape have I gotten? And I really, really don't want to go, but I enjoy the effects it has and the socializing is fun so. Eh.
I think mostly I just need a couple good nights' uninterrupted fucking sleep.
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Date: 2016-09-15 04:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-09-15 10:41 am (UTC)Silly cat. And today we're off to get a hard E-collar so hopefully he'll be even more impeded in galooting around the house and banging his scab open again.
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Date: 2016-09-17 02:38 am (UTC)