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Wow, today got annoying real fast.
Greyhound's new busses are fail. You can't get onto their wireless with an iPod (there's a quirk in how iPhones render iframes) and the outlets in the back of the seats don't work. That plus annoying loud ignant muffkas in the back rows of my bus jawing from Springfield all the way to Port Authority = I can has headache.
I'm in the city no less than ten minutes when I get a call from the Dad. Grocery run.
It's bloody hot in NYC.
Came home to find I'd left half a cup of coffee on my desk two weeks ago. Good news... I definitely seem to be coping with the mold thing better. BUT OH MY FUCKING JESUS CHRIST MOLD REALLY LIKES COFFEE. AND CAT POOP, IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING.
It irritates me to no end that there still exists at least two people on this earth that can get me to lose my temper with not much provocation. I HATE that. It's never fun to reaffirm that you still have a ton of work to do in the emotional self control department. And of course it would happen while I'm here, so I have to calm my own self down, which I'm shitty at. Really want to channel some red queen or Henry the VIII and solve my problems with some good old fashioned decapitation sometimes.
I'm going to go drown my cranky in pounding üntz and unpacking and list making for the next few days.
ETA: *sigh* nope. Off to probably have my second awful emotionally wrenching conversation of the day.
Greyhound's new busses are fail. You can't get onto their wireless with an iPod (there's a quirk in how iPhones render iframes) and the outlets in the back of the seats don't work. That plus annoying loud ignant muffkas in the back rows of my bus jawing from Springfield all the way to Port Authority = I can has headache.
I'm in the city no less than ten minutes when I get a call from the Dad. Grocery run.
It's bloody hot in NYC.
Came home to find I'd left half a cup of coffee on my desk two weeks ago. Good news... I definitely seem to be coping with the mold thing better. BUT OH MY FUCKING JESUS CHRIST MOLD REALLY LIKES COFFEE. AND CAT POOP, IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING.
It irritates me to no end that there still exists at least two people on this earth that can get me to lose my temper with not much provocation. I HATE that. It's never fun to reaffirm that you still have a ton of work to do in the emotional self control department. And of course it would happen while I'm here, so I have to calm my own self down, which I'm shitty at. Really want to channel some red queen or Henry the VIII and solve my problems with some good old fashioned decapitation sometimes.
I'm going to go drown my cranky in pounding üntz and unpacking and list making for the next few days.
ETA: *sigh* nope. Off to probably have my second awful emotionally wrenching conversation of the day.
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