A is for Assholes who think you're always wrong ( Read more... )

This is still my fannish journal, inasmuch as I'm allowed to have one. Mentioning it or linking it on my professional journal will eventually cause me to stop posting here at all, which will break my heart a little.

Also, while I appreciate having typos and the like pointed out...this is not where I go for editorial commentary. Please, please ( Read more... )

Cheese and crackers, I'm tired.

It's not just the part where I've been running hard for the last six months, although that's a part of it. It's that my diet has been terrible, because half the time I can't find anything to eat that isn't terrible (you try finding an edible salad in an airport, go ahead, I dare you). It's that all this running ( Read more... )

So I've been keeping a sealed piggy bank at work, and tossing my change into it every morning. The word 'sealed' is used here with absolute sincerity; it was a gift from a friend who got it in Japan, and to open it would require a can opener. It didn't have anything to really broadcast that it was full of change. I mean, it had a cat on it, and ( Read more... )

My Aunt Sherry is dead ( Read more... )

I've been being a little neurotic lately -- who hasn't? I mean, honestly? -- and so I thought it might be about time I did this again. Behold what happens when I get too twitchy, hey? And here you are: hello, world. My name is Seanan. It's lovely to meet you. I thought I should make a few notes, just in the interests of ease of conversation. ( Read more... )

As 'tis the season for people to start asking again, and 'people' in this case really, really, really outnumber me, here's the situation:

We don't know where the international orders went. Seriously, we just don't. Chris, who does the mailing, put them in the mail along with dozens of domestic orders, all of which have been delivered, within ( Read more... )

Right now, I have good days and I have bad days. The good days are ones where I have little to no pain. I take the muscle relaxers and the neuropathic painkillers, but I don't take any of the 'as needed' pills; I don't need them. The good days are the ones where I walk like a normal person, and sit down easily, and smile like I actually mean the ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I did something exceedingly difficult that I'd been putting off for as long as I possibly could, because I simply didn't want to deal ( Read more... )

Went to bed last night at 9:03, after finishing the Sookie Stackhouse novel I was reading to comfort myself. Woke up at 4:44, when Lilly decided Mommy Was Dead and started licking me in an effort to resurrect. Thank you, Lilly. Woke up again at 5:15, when the alarm went off ( Read more... )