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Sep. 17th, 2006 04:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeI started out today intending to hang out, go see a movie, and do some cutting. It's now 4.30 PM and I have gotten nothing done except the hanging out and a few icons, and while I really do feel like doing some cutting, it's not the constructive kind. Yeah.
That's not true, I did get the sewing table out. All by myself. It's half again as long as I am tall and weighs... well, okay, I wish it weighed half what I did, but it doesn't. Still pretty close. It was behind a chair and a loveseat, both of which I wound up moving by myself, along with some drawer-box-things. The boyfriend, who I asked three times last night to help me either last night or today so I could get some cutting for Faire costumes today, laughed in that way people do when they're yanking your chain and said no. Three times. Not being into begging, I decide dto do it myself or hope that he would find it in his heart to help when I said I wanted to get some cutting today, get started on the costumes. He decided he'd rather sit around and watch three or four episodes of Dead Like Me. Which would have been cool. I like the show. Except if somewher ein there he had also felt like helping, that would have been cooler.
Now, I have a headache, my jaw still hurts from sinus pressure and my ears are still popping, and I'm nauseous. I'm sweating far more than I should be given how little water I've had today, I'm tired, and I'm pissed off. I'm about ready to cry. And I still feel like doing some cutting. I am fucking well going to go see the Covenant, I want my pretty boys and comforting non-plot, and if anyone says anythin about it they can fuck right off.
Honestly. What the hell does a girl have to do to get some fucking help around here?
He is not getting a Faire costume. He can go in his civvies.
Guh. Fucking guh. I don't... even want to go out anymore. I'm sitting here in my pajamas and my shirt (and how appropriate is that, I ask you) and... ugh. Labyrinth. Labyrinth makes it all better. I don't know. Beer might make it better. I still have some in the fridge. It's just been a fucking bad day.
ETA: For those of you who are new, and suddenly there's a lot of you, no, I'm not going tos tart cutting. Or even getting drunk, really. Well, one beer. But I haven't cut in five years, I'm not going to start now, I'm just saying I feel like crap. It's been one of those days. And no, I'm not only drinking beer while dehydrated, I have a bottle of water too. They're about the same size. Actaully I think the water bottle's bigger than the beer bottle. Just. It's been a bad day.
ETA2: Okay, if we're going to get something to eat before the movie? It helps if you fucking TELL ME before I settle down to get some actual cloth-cutting done, thinking we have to leave at 6.30. Fucker.
That's not true, I did get the sewing table out. All by myself. It's half again as long as I am tall and weighs... well, okay, I wish it weighed half what I did, but it doesn't. Still pretty close. It was behind a chair and a loveseat, both of which I wound up moving by myself, along with some drawer-box-things. The boyfriend, who I asked three times last night to help me either last night or today so I could get some cutting for Faire costumes today, laughed in that way people do when they're yanking your chain and said no. Three times. Not being into begging, I decide dto do it myself or hope that he would find it in his heart to help when I said I wanted to get some cutting today, get started on the costumes. He decided he'd rather sit around and watch three or four episodes of Dead Like Me. Which would have been cool. I like the show. Except if somewher ein there he had also felt like helping, that would have been cooler.
Now, I have a headache, my jaw still hurts from sinus pressure and my ears are still popping, and I'm nauseous. I'm sweating far more than I should be given how little water I've had today, I'm tired, and I'm pissed off. I'm about ready to cry. And I still feel like doing some cutting. I am fucking well going to go see the Covenant, I want my pretty boys and comforting non-plot, and if anyone says anythin about it they can fuck right off.
Honestly. What the hell does a girl have to do to get some fucking help around here?
He is not getting a Faire costume. He can go in his civvies.
Guh. Fucking guh. I don't... even want to go out anymore. I'm sitting here in my pajamas and my
ETA: For those of you who are new, and suddenly there's a lot of you, no, I'm not going tos tart cutting. Or even getting drunk, really. Well, one beer. But I haven't cut in five years, I'm not going to start now, I'm just saying I feel like crap. It's been one of those days. And no, I'm not only drinking beer while dehydrated, I have a bottle of water too. They're about the same size. Actaully I think the water bottle's bigger than the beer bottle. Just. It's been a bad day.
ETA2: Okay, if we're going to get something to eat before the movie? It helps if you fucking TELL ME before I settle down to get some actual cloth-cutting done, thinking we have to leave at 6.30. Fucker.