When you feel like giving up...
...remember why you held on for so long in the first place.
I've had a pretty shit day, emotionally speaking. Have spent most of it staring vacantly into space, trying to focus on the (incredibly boring) task at hand. I went through the whole of four months' worth of xkcd. I ran out of internet (aka LJ). The other times not thus employed were spent freaking out quietly. I even had to sit down a bit in the public toilet cubicle (gods bless 'em).
I started work late but couldn't bear stick around to make up for the lost hours. As I was getting ready to leave, I went to the public bathroom to settle my nerves for the final leg. The second I closed the door, I burst into tears. I had been considering going to the gm, or biking, but I just couldn't even think.
So I got on my bike, did an experimental detour in which I squeezed the fuck out of the handles. My hand couldn't uncurl from it's rigid deathgrip, and my arm was so tense it didn't even feel mine anymore, like I didn't even realize I was holding onto anything.
Part of this is just carry over from yesterday, where I talked to my boy about something and really wanted to kick myself inna head about something I did, or at least contributed to. Long distance is shit for yet another reason, yay! It just really upset me, even though it's no biggie and he's not mad and no beans were spilt that hadn't already been spilt, fried and refried.
I just hate to have any part in discord.
But also another reason why I'm so down is that my uterus loves me with a fiery passion. The little shit.
Hell, I was rewatching Run, Fatboy, Run!, doing pretty fine for most of it, and then Dennis pants out, "Don't go to Chicago!" and I lost it.
A few comments on television shows, belated by a couple hundred years:
a) When I was catching up on SPN and T:TSCC, I watched two episodes where both were focused on sucubi.
b) On SPN, Alastair singing Heaven when strapped down (or more technically correct, up) reminded me of Islington, of Neverwhere, singing the same thing.
c) Alastair and Islington need to have a chat. This could be in the same 'verse as the conversation between Crowley, Aziraphale, Castiel and Uriel.
Links of the Day
metaquotes on the sacrifices and meaning of marriage - Thar be wank.
gembat's SPN Fanvid: Supernatural on Speed
kj_svala's SPN Fanvid: Flames
hunters_retreat's SPN/T:TSCC Fanfic: Terminator: The Winchester Chronicles
ursulav's What the heck is this?
elena_morning's love of technology, beautifully written
snowgrouse's Meme
kickthehobbit's Blog Like It's The End of the World Entires
Cool Quotes Collection
Top-Paying Jobs for Women
Why The Voyage of the Dawn Treader Will Work and Disney is Stupid
Narnia Web
Grandma Van Doren's White Bread Recipe
Bittersweet Chocolate Pear Pie
The Only Moral Abortion is My Abortion: When the Anti-Choice Choose
50 Reasons No One Wants to Publish Your First Book
Fictional Alphabets
* This image.
I've had a pretty shit day, emotionally speaking. Have spent most of it staring vacantly into space, trying to focus on the (incredibly boring) task at hand. I went through the whole of four months' worth of xkcd. I ran out of internet (aka LJ). The other times not thus employed were spent freaking out quietly. I even had to sit down a bit in the public toilet cubicle (gods bless 'em).
I started work late but couldn't bear stick around to make up for the lost hours. As I was getting ready to leave, I went to the public bathroom to settle my nerves for the final leg. The second I closed the door, I burst into tears. I had been considering going to the gm, or biking, but I just couldn't even think.
So I got on my bike, did an experimental detour in which I squeezed the fuck out of the handles. My hand couldn't uncurl from it's rigid deathgrip, and my arm was so tense it didn't even feel mine anymore, like I didn't even realize I was holding onto anything.
Part of this is just carry over from yesterday, where I talked to my boy about something and really wanted to kick myself inna head about something I did, or at least contributed to. Long distance is shit for yet another reason, yay! It just really upset me, even though it's no biggie and he's not mad and no beans were spilt that hadn't already been spilt, fried and refried.
I just hate to have any part in discord.
But also another reason why I'm so down is that my uterus loves me with a fiery passion. The little shit.
Hell, I was rewatching Run, Fatboy, Run!, doing pretty fine for most of it, and then Dennis pants out, "Don't go to Chicago!" and I lost it.
A few comments on television shows, belated by a couple hundred years:
a) When I was catching up on SPN and T:TSCC, I watched two episodes where both were focused on sucubi.
b) On SPN, Alastair singing Heaven when strapped down (or more technically correct, up) reminded me of Islington, of Neverwhere, singing the same thing.
c) Alastair and Islington need to have a chat. This could be in the same 'verse as the conversation between Crowley, Aziraphale, Castiel and Uriel.
Links of the Day
metaquotes on the sacrifices and meaning of marriage - Thar be wank.
gembat's SPN Fanvid: Supernatural on Speed
kj_svala's SPN Fanvid: Flames
hunters_retreat's SPN/T:TSCC Fanfic: Terminator: The Winchester Chronicles
ursulav's What the heck is this?
elena_morning's love of technology, beautifully written
snowgrouse's Meme
kickthehobbit's Blog Like It's The End of the World Entires
Cool Quotes Collection
Top-Paying Jobs for Women
Why The Voyage of the Dawn Treader Will Work and Disney is Stupid
Narnia Web
Grandma Van Doren's White Bread Recipe
Bittersweet Chocolate Pear Pie
The Only Moral Abortion is My Abortion: When the Anti-Choice Choose
50 Reasons No One Wants to Publish Your First Book
Fictional Alphabets
* This image.
