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May. 4th, 2006 11:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeHate work. Hate people. In general, not in specific. Today is a day of sullen and hate.
Also apparently a day of suicidal birds. Not only did a robin nearly kamikaze itself on my car window this morning, there was a dove that stood in middle of the road and would not fucking move. This is almost, but not quite, as bad as the homicidal Canada geese. That attacked my car. What the fuck, Canada? Is this some kind of secret attack plan? Send geese down to destroy our cars? Not that we're not a nation of too many cars anyway.
Stupid geese. Stupid fine if you hit them. Go away, geese! We have too many of the damn things as it is.
Getting absolutely nothing in the way of writing done, due to the whole non-stop calls thing. Which, you know, since I'm getting paid to be here and take calls, I should. Doesn't mean I can't sulk about people deciding they absolutely have to have our glider benches or seat cushions or rugs or what the hell ever. Poopy on them.
But I am continuing to feel better. Person doesn't hate me (I might as well just say that part out loud, enough of you can read through the subtext) and people don't hate me and the world isn't out to get me and I'm not stupid. Not all the time, anyway. No rejection letters yet, although I wasn't really expecting any yet. That'll be next week. But, yes. Feeling better. Doing better. Still productive, a little more relaxed. Criminal Minds season finale next week, too! With Gideon going "What the hell is going on here?" I love Gideon. Rocks my world, he does. In his quiet secretive smiling way.
He and Grissom should have a contest of knowingly amused looks. It'd be funny.
Also apparently a day of suicidal birds. Not only did a robin nearly kamikaze itself on my car window this morning, there was a dove that stood in middle of the road and would not fucking move. This is almost, but not quite, as bad as the homicidal Canada geese. That attacked my car. What the fuck, Canada? Is this some kind of secret attack plan? Send geese down to destroy our cars? Not that we're not a nation of too many cars anyway.
Stupid geese. Stupid fine if you hit them. Go away, geese! We have too many of the damn things as it is.
Getting absolutely nothing in the way of writing done, due to the whole non-stop calls thing. Which, you know, since I'm getting paid to be here and take calls, I should. Doesn't mean I can't sulk about people deciding they absolutely have to have our glider benches or seat cushions or rugs or what the hell ever. Poopy on them.
But I am continuing to feel better. Person doesn't hate me (I might as well just say that part out loud, enough of you can read through the subtext) and people don't hate me and the world isn't out to get me and I'm not stupid. Not all the time, anyway. No rejection letters yet, although I wasn't really expecting any yet. That'll be next week. But, yes. Feeling better. Doing better. Still productive, a little more relaxed. Criminal Minds season finale next week, too! With Gideon going "What the hell is going on here?" I love Gideon. Rocks my world, he does. In his quiet secretive smiling way.
He and Grissom should have a contest of knowingly amused looks. It'd be funny.