kittydesade @ 2012-10-30T12:45:00

2012-10-30T16:46:11Z

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I am so goddamn exhausted internets I cannot begin to tell you. The boy is still sick, he was sick all weekend and this morning he went to the walk-in clinic for good drugs. Hopefully that'll help, because sleep and Dayquil/Nyquil aren't doing a damn thing. And it's a head cold, so he snores and sniffles and coughs all night, which means either I get kept awake in the bed or I move into the guest room and sleep pretty much on the floor, because everything else is either boxed or at the house or under boxes. God I can't wait till we get into the new house. We already have a guest bed donated from a friend who's converting their guest bedroom into an office. I don't even care what it looks like at this point, spare bed. In another room. I could fucking sleep.

This plus we're winding down from the show at work, which means there's still a pile of crap in boxes. Plus at least a couple big orders came in that need to go out, plus all the incoming, plus plus plus the fucking housework. Not as in, work on the new house, as in, laundry folding and putting away and dishes which at least those I can make the boy do in small increments and cooking which I do anyway, and scooping and cleaning cat boxes and picking things up and and and and. I want a goddamn maid service. I want someone to take care of me for a change.

Thus are the resentments when life is already happening at a crazy busy pace and then your partner/spouse falls down sick.

Can I whine on the internet? Can I whine and have people fling money at me? Probably, I'll be right up front about this, money so I can either indulge in my newfound sartorial appreciation or fix up the house. And yes, I know this is fucking awful timing because there are actual people in actual need, and I have a house and electricity and heat. Not all in the same place, mind. But. Can I whine on the internet and have people send me money? Or presents, presents would be good too. I'm being good, I'm not indulging in comfort eating or comfort candy even though I work right across the street from the Chocolate Store of Fucking Tasty. I'm doing my exercises even though I'm exhausted, at least the stretching and the dancing part. I'm not going out and blowing all my renovation money on clothes. I don't think I could even if I tried, honestly, there's a certain point when I just go "Okay, this is just fucking ridiculous" and stop. That point is probably 2-3 months from now worth of clothing allowance. But. Something. I want someone to take care of me for a fucking change.

But since I don't get that, time to get off my butt and get back to my day job work. Maybe I'll get some more sleep tonight.

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kittydesade @ 2011-02-04T13:43:00

2011-02-04T19:22:19Z

I'm sick and I'm cranky, so take the following with a grain or two of salt. And a broad-spectrum antibiotic.

101 things I could be writing fiction about that are not the romantic and sexual (possibly mostly sexual) lives of gay men.

1. School bullies.
2. Insecurity and self-aggrandizing humor.
3. Freedom riots.
4. Computer malfunctions.
5. Being sick with a common, merely annoying illness.
6. Having a job that grinds you down.
7. The comforts of family, biological or otherwise.
8. War
9. Terminal illness
10. Inventing something groundbreaking.
( Read more... )

Just off the top of my head. Now, all of these can be done by people of any sexuality and any relationship status, and most of them can be done by any number of people who are of any sexuality and any relationship status. I think some of them might be solitary things, depends on your interpretation, I suppose.

The point being, fandom's obsession with slashfic is making me crabby. Also, relatedly, this is why I don't read romance novels.

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kittydesade @ 2012-10-30T12:45:00

kittydesade @ 2011-02-04T13:43:00