Discontent
Jun. 11th, 2003 05:01 pmThis is the week I meant to start up yoga again, and instead I'm up reading to midnight two nights of three. Idiot.
I've forgotten my usb drive at home Monday and Tuesday, and zap! There went my motivation to work on my campaign journal right after gaming.
WIKTT is a huge list, with a disproportionate number of ninnies constantly posting about the damn archives yo-yoing up and down, and drowning out any sort of intelligent discussion. Morons.
My cell phone's been out for a month and a half now, and I need to cancel the damn thing and buy a new. Which means researching cell phones in Seattle and switching phone numbers and remembering to tell everyone. Sprint PCS is a scabarous, mite-infested, syphilitic weasel who enjoys buggering its customers with chile oil for lube.
Today is one of the days when I intensely hate the majority of Harry Potter fandom. For their inability to spell characters' names correctly, their insistence that WIPs are the normal and desired mode of posting fic, their blind ignorance of basic logic and refusal to at least acknowledge canon before willfully ignoring it, for all this and more, they should burn in a deep firey pit of gelled gasoline. (Over which I can toast marshmallows and cackle delightedly.)
I want to stop switching between my desktop and my laptop, but I don't want to switch my email over from a Mac. Stupid iMacs are too expensive. And I'm too far into debt. Die, debt, die!
I want Dru to come home and get a job so we can afford more house so we can find something already and move and get it over with.
I need to balance my checkbook.
I have too many bloody hobbies and projects whirling around and not nearly enough space at home to do them in or time to do them anyway.
I need to eat before I go grocery shopping or I'll be horrid, but I can't eat as we have no food in the house (thus prompting the need to go grocery shopping.)
I've forgotten my usb drive at home Monday and Tuesday, and zap! There went my motivation to work on my campaign journal right after gaming.
WIKTT is a huge list, with a disproportionate number of ninnies constantly posting about the damn archives yo-yoing up and down, and drowning out any sort of intelligent discussion. Morons.
My cell phone's been out for a month and a half now, and I need to cancel the damn thing and buy a new. Which means researching cell phones in Seattle and switching phone numbers and remembering to tell everyone. Sprint PCS is a scabarous, mite-infested, syphilitic weasel who enjoys buggering its customers with chile oil for lube.
Today is one of the days when I intensely hate the majority of Harry Potter fandom. For their inability to spell characters' names correctly, their insistence that WIPs are the normal and desired mode of posting fic, their blind ignorance of basic logic and refusal to at least acknowledge canon before willfully ignoring it, for all this and more, they should burn in a deep firey pit of gelled gasoline. (Over which I can toast marshmallows and cackle delightedly.)
I want to stop switching between my desktop and my laptop, but I don't want to switch my email over from a Mac. Stupid iMacs are too expensive. And I'm too far into debt. Die, debt, die!
I want Dru to come home and get a job so we can afford more house so we can find something already and move and get it over with.
I need to balance my checkbook.
I have too many bloody hobbies and projects whirling around and not nearly enough space at home to do them in or time to do them anyway.
I need to eat before I go grocery shopping or I'll be horrid, but I can't eat as we have no food in the house (thus prompting the need to go grocery shopping.)