Na-na-na-na...
Depression problem #23: random bouts of insomnia. Still, I can't complain too much; I've got a cat by my head, another lying purring on my boobs like they're a built-in cat shelf, and Iain Duncan Smith has resigned.
The way I found out went a little something like this: I was chatting on IMs with a friend, and the conversation went a little something like this:
Him: City of Titans will happen. I still have hope.
Me: I will sacrifice a Tory to make it happen.
Him: That's not saying much. I also don't think they're worth much.
Me: Yeah, but I'm not going to kill anything I actually *like*, am I?
Him: I imagine their worth is like the Zimbabwe dollar.
...
HOLY SHIT [KAT] YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO ACTUALLY DO IT
Me: [halfway through talking about something unconnected] Who did I-
Him: Literally this very moment Iain Duncan Smith just resigned.
Me: Holy crap I'm good.
The only bit of this that's causing confusion is that he's resigned because he disagrees with the proposed cuts to ESA and PIP that I was talking about yesterday. Which means that he's technically on our side - a concept my mind is having a few problems wrapping itself around right now, as Iain Duncan Smith has traditionally been the equivalent of a Penny Dreadful villain stalking the disabled with his his previous record. The fucking bastard Tory government is desperately trying to spin this back into something vaguely positive ("We totally don't understand all the fuss about this; it was all agreed in our weekly meetings over a glass of freshly squeezed baby's blood!") but it's looking increasingly likely that the cuts now aren't going to go through - at least not the way they are right now, at least. Oh, it's still very likely that the government will try to sneak them through somehow, but the sheer number of people in both Parliament and the House of Lords now who are opposing them are going to make that almost impossible.
And I've had requests to work my magic on George Osborne next. Watch this space...
The way I found out went a little something like this: I was chatting on IMs with a friend, and the conversation went a little something like this:
Him: City of Titans will happen. I still have hope.
Me: I will sacrifice a Tory to make it happen.
Him: That's not saying much. I also don't think they're worth much.
Me: Yeah, but I'm not going to kill anything I actually *like*, am I?
Him: I imagine their worth is like the Zimbabwe dollar.
...
HOLY SHIT [KAT] YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO ACTUALLY DO IT
Me: [halfway through talking about something unconnected] Who did I-
Him: Literally this very moment Iain Duncan Smith just resigned.
Me: Holy crap I'm good.
The only bit of this that's causing confusion is that he's resigned because he disagrees with the proposed cuts to ESA and PIP that I was talking about yesterday. Which means that he's technically on our side - a concept my mind is having a few problems wrapping itself around right now, as Iain Duncan Smith has traditionally been the equivalent of a Penny Dreadful villain stalking the disabled with his his previous record. The fucking bastard Tory government is desperately trying to spin this back into something vaguely positive ("We totally don't understand all the fuss about this; it was all agreed in our weekly meetings over a glass of freshly squeezed baby's blood!") but it's looking increasingly likely that the cuts now aren't going to go through - at least not the way they are right now, at least. Oh, it's still very likely that the government will try to sneak them through somehow, but the sheer number of people in both Parliament and the House of Lords now who are opposing them are going to make that almost impossible.
And I've had requests to work my magic on George Osborne next. Watch this space...