Wednesday means Friday is closer.
I am so damn hungry... and so much more lazy than that. I'll just gonna sit here and not eat anything, and let my tummy gurgle away in it's little tummyworld, while I lay and do nothing. Which is nice, at the moment, because the last couple days were far too exciting.
Friday: Almost fucked any chance I had of keeping my job, but didn't, then came home to find actual real life psycho on the porch with an actual real life baseball bat that was real life broken and all good-for-stabbing. Met the neighbours.
Saturday: Locked myself out of the house for four hours in the cold and the dark because I'm an idiot. I April Foolsed myself. Met the other neighbours.
Sunday: Little recollection... I think I meant to do things and then didn't. Oh yeah, didn't go to the shoeshop, couldn't find the receipt. Will break the damn things in if it kills me. I may have almost went to the NSC with posters and then piked on that as well... I did make/customise a tshirt for someone though, but I'm not sure if they liked it. It would be nice if they'd let me know.
Monday: Early meeting at work. Did not get fired. Hurrah! Experienced NauseaFromHell, for no good reason, hid in the bathroom thinking about how death would tickle in comparison. Saw Ian at NSC, was really really good, made up for the shitty day at work.
Tuesday: Was absolutely buggered, after nowhere near enough sleep (totally worth it). Saw Ian again at NSC. Equally as lovely at the night before. Drank less though, out of consideration for remaining liver cells.
Today: Had trouble focussing eyeballs on computer, and in keeping eyelids fixed in the upright position. Have, however, an amazing sense of general loveliness giving me cuddles, I think because the weather is turning, and I'm a winter person, and How We Operate has wiggled under my skin and I like it lots. I am at that stage of thinking I might love it, but not wanting to say it too soon.
Friday: Almost fucked any chance I had of keeping my job, but didn't, then came home to find actual real life psycho on the porch with an actual real life baseball bat that was real life broken and all good-for-stabbing. Met the neighbours.
Saturday: Locked myself out of the house for four hours in the cold and the dark because I'm an idiot. I April Foolsed myself. Met the other neighbours.
Sunday: Little recollection... I think I meant to do things and then didn't. Oh yeah, didn't go to the shoeshop, couldn't find the receipt. Will break the damn things in if it kills me. I may have almost went to the NSC with posters and then piked on that as well... I did make/customise a tshirt for someone though, but I'm not sure if they liked it. It would be nice if they'd let me know.
Monday: Early meeting at work. Did not get fired. Hurrah! Experienced NauseaFromHell, for no good reason, hid in the bathroom thinking about how death would tickle in comparison. Saw Ian at NSC, was really really good, made up for the shitty day at work.
Tuesday: Was absolutely buggered, after nowhere near enough sleep (totally worth it). Saw Ian again at NSC. Equally as lovely at the night before. Drank less though, out of consideration for remaining liver cells.
Today: Had trouble focussing eyeballs on computer, and in keeping eyelids fixed in the upright position. Have, however, an amazing sense of general loveliness giving me cuddles, I think because the weather is turning, and I'm a winter person, and How We Operate has wiggled under my skin and I like it lots. I am at that stage of thinking I might love it, but not wanting to say it too soon.
posted by Leocadia at 7:09 PM
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