My Wednesday:
Well, the internet is (touch wood) up.
Here are some other things that happened.
1. Harassed for money twice by a man with a ten thousand yard stare of intimidating intensity.
2. First actual consistent sleep in about three days.
3. Went to buy groceries but then this:
(The old lady went after the confused, bleeding woman as she staggered angrily off; I figured that she probably wouldn't want to be chased by a man she didn't know, and went looking for soap and water because RANDOM STRANGER BLOOD between my fingers from picking her up. I eventually went and scrubbed myself in Wetherspoons since the cafe toilets at Morrisons were closed; on the way home saw both an ambulance with the Patient Assessment In Progress sign up and a stationary police car not far from where I'd run into the woman, and sort of hoped it was because the old lady had been able to get emergency services to her after all. She was fairly adamant that she wanted to "go home" and not to hospital at the time but also she'd very clearly had a fucking mighty crack to the head and couldn't stand up consistently.)
4. Got home two seconds after the Virgin engineer, and The News was relayed to me. I am now three-for-three on "terrorist or potential terrorist attack happens in London and I don't realise it because I'm busy doing something else" (see also: 2005 bombings, the Leytonstone stabbing - Not Terrorism because whatshisface was having a breakdown and thought he could see demons, everyone just decided it was terrorism because he shouted ALLAH AQBAH - and now this). I have Thoughts but they're pessimistic and conspiratorial and also very worried mostly about how this is going to impact British Muslims. And how shitty and racist the commentariat are going to be tonight.
5. Fannied around editing, backing things up, filing notes on stuff, uploaded art to Redbubble. Normal human activities. Did some push-ups for literally no reason.
6. Came into work to find an email from my boss telling me off about something minor which feels major just because it's been a Cursed Wednesday, I wish I'd gone to the gym instead of anything even though I am far too tired, and I can't bother Emma with space nonsense because she's on a plane. Admittedly she's on a plane TO the UK but I don't know if she's going to be Available while she's here. Also. Ugfghhh dhfv ishdvasca everything.
7. Oh and Robot Mother decided to Shame me with a blog article asking if I was eating too little to lose weight. But one of the symptoms is constipation and another is crankiness and I don't suffer from the former or more of the latter than can be explained by nightshift (see also symptom "tiredness"). And there were only four signs. And I don't need excuses after spending nearly a week cramming myself with the excuse of "being sick".
8. Why won't this fucking book just plot ITSELF.
Here are some other things that happened.
1. Harassed for money twice by a man with a ten thousand yard stare of intimidating intensity.
2. First actual consistent sleep in about three days.
3. Went to buy groceries but then this:
(The old lady went after the confused, bleeding woman as she staggered angrily off; I figured that she probably wouldn't want to be chased by a man she didn't know, and went looking for soap and water because RANDOM STRANGER BLOOD between my fingers from picking her up. I eventually went and scrubbed myself in Wetherspoons since the cafe toilets at Morrisons were closed; on the way home saw both an ambulance with the Patient Assessment In Progress sign up and a stationary police car not far from where I'd run into the woman, and sort of hoped it was because the old lady had been able to get emergency services to her after all. She was fairly adamant that she wanted to "go home" and not to hospital at the time but also she'd very clearly had a fucking mighty crack to the head and couldn't stand up consistently.)
4. Got home two seconds after the Virgin engineer, and The News was relayed to me. I am now three-for-three on "terrorist or potential terrorist attack happens in London and I don't realise it because I'm busy doing something else" (see also: 2005 bombings, the Leytonstone stabbing - Not Terrorism because whatshisface was having a breakdown and thought he could see demons, everyone just decided it was terrorism because he shouted ALLAH AQBAH - and now this). I have Thoughts but they're pessimistic and conspiratorial and also very worried mostly about how this is going to impact British Muslims. And how shitty and racist the commentariat are going to be tonight.
5. Fannied around editing, backing things up, filing notes on stuff, uploaded art to Redbubble. Normal human activities. Did some push-ups for literally no reason.
6. Came into work to find an email from my boss telling me off about something minor which feels major just because it's been a Cursed Wednesday, I wish I'd gone to the gym instead of anything even though I am far too tired, and I can't bother Emma with space nonsense because she's on a plane. Admittedly she's on a plane TO the UK but I don't know if she's going to be Available while she's here. Also. Ugfghhh dhfv ishdvasca everything.
7. Oh and Robot Mother decided to Shame me with a blog article asking if I was eating too little to lose weight. But one of the symptoms is constipation and another is crankiness and I don't suffer from the former or more of the latter than can be explained by nightshift (see also symptom "tiredness"). And there were only four signs. And I don't need excuses after spending nearly a week cramming myself with the excuse of "being sick".
8. Why won't this fucking book just plot ITSELF.