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1) The Preciousssss has gone AWOL. And before you go all whatever, no. My license, bank card and credit card are in the case. Not to mention my current Bookworm addiction, and my primary method of jacking into the Metaverse when I'm on the road, so finding it is a pretty high priority right now. I have this paranoid fancy that I left it in a pants pocket and now its currently spinning in the dryer. Never mind that I already checked to make sure it wasn't in there. Washed your iPod? Well, there isn't an app for that...
ETA: found it. It fell under the bed.
2) The work is never done. I'm starting to feel like the damn bird that supposedly sharpens its beak on a glass mountain once every hundred years and the time it takes to wear the entire mountain down from doing this is like the first second of eternity or some shit. I really have to wonder at what point does the bird say "fuck this" and find the nearest jackhammer or a truckload of TNT or something. Course, this is coming from me - you're damn right I skip the whole licking nonsense and just bite my tootsie pops.
3) Various bits of The House are filthy, and considering how long I'm probably going to be away this time, I'd best clean them before I leave.
4) Speaking of the pre-trip laundry, I had to crank at Dad for the umpteenth time to get the dryer serviced because at this rate it's probably costing him more money in electricity to do wash the way it is. seriously, it takes like three runs to get clothes dry. It's gonna be like 3am before it's done.
5) mildly freaking out about things like MA resident guarantors, which I don't have. I don't think I need one, but considering this summer, and indeed just this whole damn year has been pretty much FAIL in the money department, I have no idea.
6) Was supposed to connect with Nuke about the catbus today but it didn't happen due to various busy.
7) Really glad I'm going to the doctor on friday because this swelling I've got in both legs below the knee is fucking ridiculous. And by ridiculous I mean *cry* a) it hurts when my feet swell up to stay-puft marshmallow standards - the skin gets all tight and ow, my knees and ankles hurt when I bend them and it just sucks. But also b) I like my little bony princess feet, they're like two of a very small number of things about my body that I'm actually vain about so seeing them all swollen and icky looking makes me want to cry. Of course what's very likely to happen is that I'll get to MA and start running hither and yon nonstop and my legs'll go back to normal cause that's what always happens. But yeah... ugh. And I swear, it's only gotten worse since the surgery... and now my feet have stretch marks when they go down to normal. Stretch marks, I tell you...
8) just generally being hot and tired and stressed and worried about money and moving and everything that has to be done in the next few weeks and wanting to just lay down and sleep for a week instead of deal with all of this. But... that's what I've been doing all damn summer, and it's probably the reason why I have to deal with this whole heaping mess right now. No worries, it will get dealt with - every day I wake up in NY it's like a little bit of my spirit disappears, I've got too much waiting for me back in MA to stay and the only things keeping me here are my own lazy and fear. So it's all about keeping my head down and making it happen, and remembering that the Evil Season is almost over (seriously, summer can go fuck itself, I can't honestly say I've ever had one that wasn't mostly made of emo, heat and fail) and I've got a very very good feeling about the fall. I just have to get through the next three weeks.
ETA: found it. It fell under the bed.
2) The work is never done. I'm starting to feel like the damn bird that supposedly sharpens its beak on a glass mountain once every hundred years and the time it takes to wear the entire mountain down from doing this is like the first second of eternity or some shit. I really have to wonder at what point does the bird say "fuck this" and find the nearest jackhammer or a truckload of TNT or something. Course, this is coming from me - you're damn right I skip the whole licking nonsense and just bite my tootsie pops.
3) Various bits of The House are filthy, and considering how long I'm probably going to be away this time, I'd best clean them before I leave.
4) Speaking of the pre-trip laundry, I had to crank at Dad for the umpteenth time to get the dryer serviced because at this rate it's probably costing him more money in electricity to do wash the way it is. seriously, it takes like three runs to get clothes dry. It's gonna be like 3am before it's done.
5) mildly freaking out about things like MA resident guarantors, which I don't have. I don't think I need one, but considering this summer, and indeed just this whole damn year has been pretty much FAIL in the money department, I have no idea.
6) Was supposed to connect with Nuke about the catbus today but it didn't happen due to various busy.
7) Really glad I'm going to the doctor on friday because this swelling I've got in both legs below the knee is fucking ridiculous. And by ridiculous I mean *cry* a) it hurts when my feet swell up to stay-puft marshmallow standards - the skin gets all tight and ow, my knees and ankles hurt when I bend them and it just sucks. But also b) I like my little bony princess feet, they're like two of a very small number of things about my body that I'm actually vain about so seeing them all swollen and icky looking makes me want to cry. Of course what's very likely to happen is that I'll get to MA and start running hither and yon nonstop and my legs'll go back to normal cause that's what always happens. But yeah... ugh. And I swear, it's only gotten worse since the surgery... and now my feet have stretch marks when they go down to normal. Stretch marks, I tell you...
8) just generally being hot and tired and stressed and worried about money and moving and everything that has to be done in the next few weeks and wanting to just lay down and sleep for a week instead of deal with all of this. But... that's what I've been doing all damn summer, and it's probably the reason why I have to deal with this whole heaping mess right now. No worries, it will get dealt with - every day I wake up in NY it's like a little bit of my spirit disappears, I've got too much waiting for me back in MA to stay and the only things keeping me here are my own lazy and fear. So it's all about keeping my head down and making it happen, and remembering that the Evil Season is almost over (seriously, summer can go fuck itself, I can't honestly say I've ever had one that wasn't mostly made of emo, heat and fail) and I've got a very very good feeling about the fall. I just have to get through the next three weeks.
