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healingmirth) wrote2015-03-04 09:03 pm
healingmirth) wrote2015-03-04 09:03 pm
Everything is terrible*, including books.
Cats are terrible, terrible creatures, and I got like four hours of sleep last night in half-hour increments, and haven't accomplished anything in days. Also, I wiped out on an icy sidewalk in award-winning fashion on Sunday afternoon.
Charlie is going through a growth spurt and/or adolescence, and so he is 1) always hungry and 2) always mad about something. Sammy is still on a diet, so constantly feeding Charlie is adding insult to injury.
Went to a meeting at 9:30 am for the express purpose of talking to the Dude Who Broke The Website Because He Couldn't Be Arsed to Ask a Question. Said dude did not show up. Spent the duration of the meeting attempting to make content edits on my phone on a 4G connection insufficient for the number of people in the vicinity.
Grocery store dairy case was completely out of half and half (why? how?). Too exhausted and cranky to ask an employee to unearth some. Bought heavy cream despite past experience that its basically like adding butter to coffee. Should have gone with a pint of whole milk, which did not, of course, occur to me as an option at the time.
Came home, accomplished 30% of changes on broken website, still can not manage to move, or even delete, the fucking Featured Content module on potential new, unbroken website.
Town property tax assessment inspector of course showed up around noon, when I was sitting around in sweatpants, between two computers, in the middle of my typical mixture of crap my cats have knocked off counters, and crap I have piled up on counters in an attempt to crowd the cats off them. This currently included a banker box worth of starch packing peanuts and a bunch of balled up newspaper.
Also hadn't vacuumed one flight of stairs, or the carpet in front of the basement litter box, in like two weeks.
In an attempt to have anything be non-horrible, I made a late afternoon pick-me-up cup of coffre, which went hilariously badly somewhere in its preparation. Literally worst cup of coffee this year, including the terrible coffee at church.
If the Penguins don't beat the Avs tonight, I'm quitting life. Also, why is no one reading my subconscious mind and writing hockey fic for me?
Finished reading nothing. Basically nothing in process, scared to start Jackdaw in case it is also terrible.
I read another chapter or two of The Suffragette Scandal last night. Don't like the dude, don't particularly like the lady. Wish they would just go their separate ways, but I suppose there'd be no novel then, and it would be unfair to their new love interests, who might otherwise have been happy.
*not really, but my neck does really hurt if I try to look up
Charlie is going through a growth spurt and/or adolescence, and so he is 1) always hungry and 2) always mad about something. Sammy is still on a diet, so constantly feeding Charlie is adding insult to injury.
Went to a meeting at 9:30 am for the express purpose of talking to the Dude Who Broke The Website Because He Couldn't Be Arsed to Ask a Question. Said dude did not show up. Spent the duration of the meeting attempting to make content edits on my phone on a 4G connection insufficient for the number of people in the vicinity.
Grocery store dairy case was completely out of half and half (why? how?). Too exhausted and cranky to ask an employee to unearth some. Bought heavy cream despite past experience that its basically like adding butter to coffee. Should have gone with a pint of whole milk, which did not, of course, occur to me as an option at the time.
Came home, accomplished 30% of changes on broken website, still can not manage to move, or even delete, the fucking Featured Content module on potential new, unbroken website.
Town property tax assessment inspector of course showed up around noon, when I was sitting around in sweatpants, between two computers, in the middle of my typical mixture of crap my cats have knocked off counters, and crap I have piled up on counters in an attempt to crowd the cats off them. This currently included a banker box worth of starch packing peanuts and a bunch of balled up newspaper.
Also hadn't vacuumed one flight of stairs, or the carpet in front of the basement litter box, in like two weeks.
In an attempt to have anything be non-horrible, I made a late afternoon pick-me-up cup of coffre, which went hilariously badly somewhere in its preparation. Literally worst cup of coffee this year, including the terrible coffee at church.
If the Penguins don't beat the Avs tonight, I'm quitting life. Also, why is no one reading my subconscious mind and writing hockey fic for me?
Finished reading nothing. Basically nothing in process, scared to start Jackdaw in case it is also terrible.
I read another chapter or two of The Suffragette Scandal last night. Don't like the dude, don't particularly like the lady. Wish they would just go their separate ways, but I suppose there'd be no novel then, and it would be unfair to their new love interests, who might otherwise have been happy.
*not really, but my neck does really hurt if I try to look up
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I hope today was better for you!
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