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*insert crabby whining about cell23's flight home being cancelled due to snowstorm*

I know I know, it's fine, I'd rather have him safe in DC than trying to travel in this mess, and he'll be home tomorrow, but still, ugh, *WHINE* my house is too damn quiet without him, even with music/news radio on.

There, okay I'm done now, stop throwing up.


In other news, I bounced out of bed at 8:30, worked pretty much all day, handled a crisis, and conducted more interesting experiments in Asian cuisine. (ETA: I apparently make a pretty damn good egg drop soup.) Also got the kitchen cleaned up finally. I'm apparently doing something right this week. And apparently bell rehearsal is still on, which I'm mostly yay about except for the venturing out in the cold part, which I'm not a fan of doing right now.

LOVE ME MY DEVOTED MINIONS:


Get your own valentinr

NOW LOVE KIDZILLA'S DRAGONS:

Good news:
Had a good, productive workday. Rediscovered for the umpteenth time that music really is the key to keeping my brain on task and functioning, pulling me out of depressive funks, and getting things done. So I am putting a call out to anyone who feels like giving me a hand in the mental health department; if it seems like I'm feeling a little off, unable to function/concentrate, or having some serious emo b'awws, tell me to go put on iTunes. If you feel like totally being a bitch about it, check my last.fm profile (username kjpepper) and make sure I've done so.

Bad news:
Found out that Dad's in the hospital for severe anemia. Waiting on word regarding what's going on with that and trying to figure out if I need to dash down to New York this week as a result.

Good news:
I made chicken and potatoes. I seem to have this things where a whole potato seems a lot smaller than it actually is so I end up making too much.

Bad news:
I got distracted and left them in the oven a little long. THey're not burned or bad, just crispier than I intended.

Good news:
Despite upheaval and general mental wooblies and worrying about Dad, I did have a good, productive day

Bad news:
I am still behind on everything, overwhelmed by my ever present to-do lists, and generally feeling like a complete and utter failure at life right now.

Good news:
...but it's supposed to snow tomorrow. And there's Ladies Night tonight. And I have books. And someone who loves me. So I guess it ain't all bad, right?

...right?

Day 04. A song that makes you sad



This isn't a particularly good vid of it, and I prefer the album version where it's just him overdubbed six times to create acapella harmonies, but really it don't matter. It's funny, you wouldn't generally associate Jonathan Coulton with sad, he's usually firmly in the quirky/nerdy/hilarious/funny departments, but I remember the first time I heard this song, and this was years before the Amoeba meltdown even, and I didn't even get halfway through before I had to ask for it to be turned off because I was already crying and in danger of going to full blown hysterics. I still can't hear it without turning into a horrid blubbery mess in dire need of several fingers of whiskey, so appreciate the effort it took to find a vid on youtube that had a minimum of performance screw-ups (this one he fucks up hilariously badly in the middle) without completely losing it. [dalek]APPRECIATE.[/dalek] But yeah. This one. Every single time... and it just kinda gets worse with every listen somehow.

I might add that this is a fabulous time for this song to come up. It's been a rough 24 hours between doing some grown up scary shit, cable restoration fail, cranky and murderous all evening despite jokes about wedding Daleks at Ladies Night, horrible dreams all night, therapy this morning that just left me one big raw exposed nerve.... yeah. I'm pretty sure my plan for after work will involve vodka and plotting the grisly demise of all and sundry.

( Medical drama involving girlparts. Cut for the squeamish. )

So yeah, I'm crampy, sore and uncomfortable and pretty much cursing my defective meat. I'm also not really okay above the neck. ( This time cut for b'awww )

I'm going to go to bed with a book and ignore the HOLY GODS WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME cramping happening below the belly button.