You know you're slagged when...
OK, so here's how today went...
I was geared up to work more on my fics and possibly my cosplay right, woke up at like 10, rolled outta bed, air-con people were back to fix our screechy air-con unit (they can't, but they try), and so i just went quickly through messages on the upstairs comp and uploaded the shit i did last night.
Had a shower before lunch, then as soon as i get out, Brian starts calling me asking if i can quickly get dressed and go downstairs.
Now Brian, you must understand, is a friend of the family. He's not a blood relation, but he might as well be. He's lived with us all my life, so he's a second dad. He's also a fantastic handyman, and a hoarder of handyman stuff (like, our garage is fucking PACKED with stuff that is useful for a shitload of various things that may or may not ever be needed)and these past few months he's been doing a mammoth cleanup of the hectic double garage (parts of which have been innaccessible for years lol) and TODAY, he decided he was going to clear EVERYTHING out to clean and etch the floor ready for a coat of sealing paint to stop the concrete making dust everywhere.
Now, for a living, Brian is an industrial occupational health and safety inspector.
So, you'd expect him to be wearing all the right safety gear for moving massive heavy things around.
...nope.
He's also a country boy born and bred, with the 'she'll be right' typical aussie-thing.
Well, she won't be right. He whacked his foot with part of a massive cast-iron mechanical drill-press. Said it was fine when he continued emptying the garage.
Started to hurt as he acid-etched the floor. Looked at it around lunch-time.
Yeeeeea, it was black and purple and the toenail was green.
This is where i come in.
He has to go to the doctors, and asks me to be downstairs to watch the stuff which is covering the lawn. Yep, cool, that's OK, i can do that.
But then the weather looks like it's going to rain (it had been threatening since the morning).
SOMEHOW it turns into 'can you start putting all the stuff back in the garage'
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
yes. yes i can. wolfed down some lunch before he left and... well... got to work on the overwhelming task.
I should have taken a picture. I may well later, of all the stuff in the garage.
But... but... my day... my day suddenly was STOLEN.
I was about an hour by myself moving boxes and wood-planks and crates and paint cans and moar miscellaneous shit, and SWEARING AT SPIDERS OH GOD LITTLE FUCKS GET AWAY.
Stuck Trevor in the garage and turned the volume right up and i don't care what the neighbours might think of my music. I can't work without it.
Help came in the form of Mum, and about three more hours later, we had everything but the Fridge, a giant metal cabinet and a small red tall locker to get back in ( and the Bicycles, but they're easy).
had to wait for Dad to come home to do them. Brian had come back from the doctors and made a somewhat amusing sight crawling around looking for his other telescoping walking stick to use two as crutches (he was in a lot of pain by then, and the painkillers the DR.'s gave him were fail.) But yea. By about 5:30, everything was finally away.
Oooooh i lifted so many heavy things and got so tired and grumpy and ran my mouth off like Ratchet.
Oh and while we were packing stuff away, Brian broke a picture frame in the house too, so i had to vacuum the area for glass shards.
Reeeally not his day. I suspect he let the local black stray cat i named Ravage cross his path sometime this morning.
I know, i KNOW i'm going to be uber sore tomorrow, mostly in my shoulders.
He was hugely appologetic and thankful, i said this now made us even for him fixing Trevor, to which he went 'oh yea i spose so'.
so nothing got written or worked on today i'm afraid.
Also i got no booze, cause it was left out of the garage fridge all day, so it wasn't cold enough to enjoy. Made me dissapoint.
All the same, chilled out in the arvo to some ChicagoLollie musics and read people's chapter updates, all of which were so fucking awesomely GOOD, but distracted me from doing things i should have done like replying to kaitie's e-mails ^^; i will do that! It'll just take me a bit to get around to.
And tomorrow i will have to suck up the pain and enjoy the beach, i'm going with my friends to Cronulla, cause i haven't see the ocean in too long, or my friends for that matter.
I should be asleep right now, i need to actually get up in the morning lol.
Gonna feel like hot slag T_T
but yea...
i totally just wall-o-text spammed you like the LJ admins do with their posts XD
Nothin' else to say so Death Out.
I was geared up to work more on my fics and possibly my cosplay right, woke up at like 10, rolled outta bed, air-con people were back to fix our screechy air-con unit (they can't, but they try), and so i just went quickly through messages on the upstairs comp and uploaded the shit i did last night.
Had a shower before lunch, then as soon as i get out, Brian starts calling me asking if i can quickly get dressed and go downstairs.
Now Brian, you must understand, is a friend of the family. He's not a blood relation, but he might as well be. He's lived with us all my life, so he's a second dad. He's also a fantastic handyman, and a hoarder of handyman stuff (like, our garage is fucking PACKED with stuff that is useful for a shitload of various things that may or may not ever be needed)and these past few months he's been doing a mammoth cleanup of the hectic double garage (parts of which have been innaccessible for years lol) and TODAY, he decided he was going to clear EVERYTHING out to clean and etch the floor ready for a coat of sealing paint to stop the concrete making dust everywhere.
Now, for a living, Brian is an industrial occupational health and safety inspector.
So, you'd expect him to be wearing all the right safety gear for moving massive heavy things around.
...nope.
He's also a country boy born and bred, with the 'she'll be right' typical aussie-thing.
Well, she won't be right. He whacked his foot with part of a massive cast-iron mechanical drill-press. Said it was fine when he continued emptying the garage.
Started to hurt as he acid-etched the floor. Looked at it around lunch-time.
Yeeeeea, it was black and purple and the toenail was green.
This is where i come in.
He has to go to the doctors, and asks me to be downstairs to watch the stuff which is covering the lawn. Yep, cool, that's OK, i can do that.
But then the weather looks like it's going to rain (it had been threatening since the morning).
SOMEHOW it turns into 'can you start putting all the stuff back in the garage'
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
yes. yes i can. wolfed down some lunch before he left and... well... got to work on the overwhelming task.
I should have taken a picture. I may well later, of all the stuff in the garage.
But... but... my day... my day suddenly was STOLEN.
I was about an hour by myself moving boxes and wood-planks and crates and paint cans and moar miscellaneous shit, and SWEARING AT SPIDERS OH GOD LITTLE FUCKS GET AWAY.
Stuck Trevor in the garage and turned the volume right up and i don't care what the neighbours might think of my music. I can't work without it.
Help came in the form of Mum, and about three more hours later, we had everything but the Fridge, a giant metal cabinet and a small red tall locker to get back in ( and the Bicycles, but they're easy).
had to wait for Dad to come home to do them. Brian had come back from the doctors and made a somewhat amusing sight crawling around looking for his other telescoping walking stick to use two as crutches (he was in a lot of pain by then, and the painkillers the DR.'s gave him were fail.) But yea. By about 5:30, everything was finally away.
Oooooh i lifted so many heavy things and got so tired and grumpy and ran my mouth off like Ratchet.
Oh and while we were packing stuff away, Brian broke a picture frame in the house too, so i had to vacuum the area for glass shards.
Reeeally not his day. I suspect he let the local black stray cat i named Ravage cross his path sometime this morning.
I know, i KNOW i'm going to be uber sore tomorrow, mostly in my shoulders.
He was hugely appologetic and thankful, i said this now made us even for him fixing Trevor, to which he went 'oh yea i spose so'.
so nothing got written or worked on today i'm afraid.
Also i got no booze, cause it was left out of the garage fridge all day, so it wasn't cold enough to enjoy. Made me dissapoint.
All the same, chilled out in the arvo to some ChicagoLollie musics and read people's chapter updates, all of which were so fucking awesomely GOOD, but distracted me from doing things i should have done like replying to kaitie's e-mails ^^; i will do that! It'll just take me a bit to get around to.
And tomorrow i will have to suck up the pain and enjoy the beach, i'm going with my friends to Cronulla, cause i haven't see the ocean in too long, or my friends for that matter.
I should be asleep right now, i need to actually get up in the morning lol.
Gonna feel like hot slag T_T
but yea...
i totally just wall-o-text spammed you like the LJ admins do with their posts XD
Nothin' else to say so Death Out.