He said, and I quote, “Don’t. You’re not the problem.”
At which point I burst out laughing, because in one sense, he’s absolutely correct. Anyway, I really needed that laugh, because life is FUCKING GRIM right now. RILLY. FUCKING. GRIM.
He said, and I quote, “Don’t. You’re not the problem.”
At which point I burst out laughing, because in one sense, he’s absolutely correct. Anyway, I really needed that laugh, because life is FUCKING GRIM right now. RILLY. FUCKING. GRIM.
I just wrote 230 words of self pity, and backspaced over every one. Universe, you can thank me later.
Yeah though I walk through the valley of minor annoyances
I will fear no evil, because I am sleepy.
Keith left at 1:45 after gaming, waking me up, and I didn’t get back to sleep until 5, which is not particularly helpful on a work night. I will have to have a talk to him about that.
I have lots and lots of other things to talk about that are making me wildly crabby, but I won’t, because that’s the role of middle aged people in this culture. We’re supposed to suck it up, carry on, and keep everything running smoothly for everyone else.
He didn’t say anything, but I can tell he wasn’t happy.
The sleep fairy let me go until 4:55 which was decent of her.
Now I am transcribing African American folk tunes into Songwriter. One of them doesn’t seem to work at all, and the other is a very sad song about a woman crying for her dead little girl. I’m also learning about accent notes in music.
I had another horrible night of sleep, or lack of it. I feel kinda gummy and weird, which is just my annual allergies talking.
I has a sad face. I overtrimmed one of Eddie’s claws yesterday and gave him a bobo. He was very gracious about it.
We watched The Messenger yesterday. I loved it, it’s a practically perfect movie, and Woody Harrelson is awesome as always.
….and my cat EATED it. What a fucking dimbulb feline….
And now I am glad to be going back to work.
Yes, friends and neighbours. After all this time I have made schnitzel. Jeff pronounced it Thumbs Up. I am pretty pleased myself, and even more pleased that Jeff located his meat tenderizer which means I should be able to get it paper thin next time.
Also, watched The Road. Sadddddd.
For a chaser, here’s a horse with a prosthetic leg.
Jeff and I found out that Rozo and Mike were joining us, and glad we were to see and sit with them, because this was one amazing concert, folks. They played all the faves and a lot of new tunes. The St James Hall reverberated like a drum!
Canadians are lucky. We could be Libyans or Bahrainis or Japanese, but we’re not.
Watched this last night. Appalling. Then I read this. And ya wonder why I’m a feminist.
So as a chaser. Something cute. Something excessive.
Anybody know where to by Potassium Iodide pills.
We are going to have nothing by the way of a tsunami here but the pictures from Japan are leaving me with no words.