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Apr. 25th, 2011 07:50 am( Русский язык )
We'll start with that fucked up dream where I was wandering around some place that apparently used to be a camp or a school I went to, and was now being occupied by Christian fundamentalists. I can probably squarely blame this on the "good news" packet left on my doorknob yesterday. (And if I could find the originating church I would probably leave them a note that says "I appreciate the intention, but please save the $1 it cost to print this for me and donate it to a homeless shelter fund or a soup kitchen instead.") And I was walking around with this stereotypical SWS twink looking young man (pasty, dark scraggly hair, in need of a sandwich, wide trusting eyes, rather cute in a starving goth kind of a way and probably gay, given SWS and what happened next) when we start getting dirty looks from everyone. So we get ready to leave, and there's this older, 50s to 60s skinny country-style thug looking man. Who tries to give me a folding pocket knife by way of a threat. And I try to get out of there even faster, but somehow me and the twink get separated and the next thing I know the poor boy's lying on the ground with a knife hilt buried in his chest and I'm trying to keep him alive.
THEN. Oh god, then. Then I wake up, for the second time since the boy hit the snooze button on his alarm. Now, the cats have had 2 and a half years of training that I get up at 6ish, I feed them breakfast. So who do they go walking all over and pawing at when the alarm goes off at 5 and they don't get fed? I'll give you a hint: it's not the boy. So he got to sleep a little longer and I got to wake up a little earlier, and then THAT was the dream, up above, that I had. I wake up, stumble around the apartment, throw on some sweats. Think, maybe I should just go back to bed. But do I? No, I go stumbling out of the apartment. Without my keys. And I realize it just as the door locks behind me.
Thank god for kind-hearted early to work maintenance men who aren't even on the clock yet. I love you, maintenance guy. I think I even got his name, so I will have to send him a card or something. Christ, this has been a shittastic morning and it's not even 8 am yet.
Rrgh. Okay, better things. Adorable pictures of Bruce Boxleitner sitting in an old, ugly looking (yet probably fairly comfy from the look of it) chair with his glasses and a book and a geeky looking t-shirt. The fact that Draco is going to be at Dragon Con again, and maybe this time there will be less of a line, or I'll be able to get there quicker. The fact that despite that morning snafu I was pretty much able to complete my routines FUCKING ON TIME. RARR.
Oh. Less rarr. This didn't happen today but we figured out that basically what's happening with my laptop is the screen is, well. Burning. So I can either just cave and get a desktop where I can actually replace all the components (for a while) as they burn out, or I can replace the laptop screen. Neither of which is cheap. So, yeah. At least my credit card is paid off so if I have to get a new computer, I can. The boy is advising to wait till he's got a month or so of work under his belt; as irritated as I am by a lack of instant gratification, I'm inclined to agree. I have my pocket ninja, anyway, I'm not going to be completely lacking in computer time. Just annoyed.
(And seriously tempted to put a donate button up here. Every dollar gets you a hundred words of fiction or something. But on the other hand, I can afford a new computer way better than some people who don't have steady jobs. Stupid fucking economy.)
We'll start with that fucked up dream where I was wandering around some place that apparently used to be a camp or a school I went to, and was now being occupied by Christian fundamentalists. I can probably squarely blame this on the "good news" packet left on my doorknob yesterday. (And if I could find the originating church I would probably leave them a note that says "I appreciate the intention, but please save the $1 it cost to print this for me and donate it to a homeless shelter fund or a soup kitchen instead.") And I was walking around with this stereotypical SWS twink looking young man (pasty, dark scraggly hair, in need of a sandwich, wide trusting eyes, rather cute in a starving goth kind of a way and probably gay, given SWS and what happened next) when we start getting dirty looks from everyone. So we get ready to leave, and there's this older, 50s to 60s skinny country-style thug looking man. Who tries to give me a folding pocket knife by way of a threat. And I try to get out of there even faster, but somehow me and the twink get separated and the next thing I know the poor boy's lying on the ground with a knife hilt buried in his chest and I'm trying to keep him alive.
THEN. Oh god, then. Then I wake up, for the second time since the boy hit the snooze button on his alarm. Now, the cats have had 2 and a half years of training that I get up at 6ish, I feed them breakfast. So who do they go walking all over and pawing at when the alarm goes off at 5 and they don't get fed? I'll give you a hint: it's not the boy. So he got to sleep a little longer and I got to wake up a little earlier, and then THAT was the dream, up above, that I had. I wake up, stumble around the apartment, throw on some sweats. Think, maybe I should just go back to bed. But do I? No, I go stumbling out of the apartment. Without my keys. And I realize it just as the door locks behind me.
Thank god for kind-hearted early to work maintenance men who aren't even on the clock yet. I love you, maintenance guy. I think I even got his name, so I will have to send him a card or something. Christ, this has been a shittastic morning and it's not even 8 am yet.
Rrgh. Okay, better things. Adorable pictures of Bruce Boxleitner sitting in an old, ugly looking (yet probably fairly comfy from the look of it) chair with his glasses and a book and a geeky looking t-shirt. The fact that Draco is going to be at Dragon Con again, and maybe this time there will be less of a line, or I'll be able to get there quicker. The fact that despite that morning snafu I was pretty much able to complete my routines FUCKING ON TIME. RARR.
Oh. Less rarr. This didn't happen today but we figured out that basically what's happening with my laptop is the screen is, well. Burning. So I can either just cave and get a desktop where I can actually replace all the components (for a while) as they burn out, or I can replace the laptop screen. Neither of which is cheap. So, yeah. At least my credit card is paid off so if I have to get a new computer, I can. The boy is advising to wait till he's got a month or so of work under his belt; as irritated as I am by a lack of instant gratification, I'm inclined to agree. I have my pocket ninja, anyway, I'm not going to be completely lacking in computer time. Just annoyed.
(And seriously tempted to put a donate button up here. Every dollar gets you a hundred words of fiction or something. But on the other hand, I can afford a new computer way better than some people who don't have steady jobs. Stupid fucking economy.)
