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If God wanted to boink a meteor off my head and knock me out for a month or two, I really wouldn't mind. In fact, now would be a really good time, actually.
Also: panic dreams about paying bills are not fun. Emergency-drift-off-contingency-plans for THINGS THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN are not fun (seriously, I will not have to call my parents to prove that the thing about the Green River Killer really happened to me, nor will I EVER, in any situation at ALL, be explaining this to ANY member of MCR at ALL, LEAST of all because I am bitchslapping Mikey for not getting the fuck out of the Paramore, especially since if anyone would like to doubt me on that story, they're welcome to do so, while standing in front of me, so that I can punch them in the face because thank you, I KNOW what's happened to me). Drinking rum and coke at six in the morning might well be fun, but probably really not, especially since it wasn't like it was left over. Getting clonked in the head with a bunch of cedar siding is ALSO not fun. And devoting my weekend to the (involuntary) rebuilding of my parents' garage - AGAIN - is not fun.
Also, birthday season is not fun, as I am once again at a fucking loss what to get my sister, my other sister, my nephew, my niece, and my dad.
So, yanno. Meteor.
ETA: I did get to rip up the old garage door with a sledghammer and a pry bar, so that helps. But the bright spots are few and far between.
Also: panic dreams about paying bills are not fun. Emergency-drift-off-contingency-plans for THINGS THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN are not fun (seriously, I will not have to call my parents to prove that the thing about the Green River Killer really happened to me, nor will I EVER, in any situation at ALL, be explaining this to ANY member of MCR at ALL, LEAST of all because I am bitchslapping Mikey for not getting the fuck out of the Paramore, especially since if anyone would like to doubt me on that story, they're welcome to do so, while standing in front of me, so that I can punch them in the face because thank you, I KNOW what's happened to me). Drinking rum and coke at six in the morning might well be fun, but probably really not, especially since it wasn't like it was left over. Getting clonked in the head with a bunch of cedar siding is ALSO not fun. And devoting my weekend to the (involuntary) rebuilding of my parents' garage - AGAIN - is not fun.
Also, birthday season is not fun, as I am once again at a fucking loss what to get my sister, my other sister, my nephew, my niece, and my dad.
So, yanno. Meteor.
ETA: I did get to rip up the old garage door with a sledghammer and a pry bar, so that helps. But the bright spots are few and far between.