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I'm very good in a crisis. Generally shit hits the fan and my brain goes into overdrive, my wibbly jello core hardens into cold determined steel, and usually I can have whatever problem has come up solved or handled if not immediately, within a few minutes. It feels a bit like hitting a star in Super Mario - I briefly become impervious to all things that would squick, rattle, unnerve or otherwise freak me out. It usually comes at a very high cost though - generally after crisis is managed I have to go away and recharge my spoons for a while.
Also, I am easily amused. Yeah, when people tell me that it's usually pejorative, but it's true. I can literally find some way to entertain myself or have fun/interest in just about any situation. This makes me really good to have adventures/watch obscure series/anime with or get me to read a book.
I have no focus or really much ambition/drive to do anything with myself. This is frustrating. I'm also kinda lazy and tend to procrastinate on everything. A lot. I also hold terrible, hate and vitriol filled grudges.
Would my friends agree?
LAST CHANCE TO LOVE ME!
I'm mostly just posting to kill time until midnight, when I plan to go hunting for this year's Valentine eggs. Yes I'm a dork and obsessed. Bite me.
Today was kinda rough for a few reasons, but mostly because Little Beast was having another day of not feeling well. This manifested in the second worst tantrum I'd ever seen him throw. Half an hour of piercing "SOMEONE IS CLEARLY MURDERING ME CALL THE AMPERLAMPS" level screaming all sparked off because he did not want his clothes changed, and then when we got to the Chiasson's today, he was wobbly and listless and cranky and fevery and then right before he left (thank heavens we hadn't made it to the car yet) his breakfast and lunch made a violent reappearance, so we ended up staying there to wash his clothes and coat up. Oyyy. Poor little guy. He spent a good portion of today curled up in a sleepy daze on various laps. I hope his tummy feels better soon.
and I returned with trepidation after leaving Lily in the house alone all day, but apparently she'd just spent a quiet afternoon sleeping under various beds. We've been playing with her all evening to make up with that, she is ridiculous when after toy mice or anything with tails. Plus the usual lulz of cat unable to brake on linoleum floor. She is currently curled up asleep near cell23
's feet... who, in the rare instance of him collapsing into bed before me, is also pretty much passed out. My bedroom is full of cute right now. AND WE HAS A KITTY. EEEEEEEEEE. Not going to lie, she seems to have settled on cell23
as her designated hoo-mon and mostly only shows an interest in me when she wants to play or shove her entire face in my dinner bowl (yes she did that) but I'm rather well used to that, and she seems more than willing to play when I offer, so it's cool... and it's nice having a cat around again. I didn't realize exactly how much I missed living with the bitsy assholes. :)
Gotta get my Valentine dragon-snagging on in a few. 'Night LJ.
ETA: Mission accomplished! Love my dragons?
And Kidzillas, too: