"hell and damnation" insomnia icon
It’s been one of my Insomnia Weeks, but productive. Instead of laying there thinking and worrying as usual, I got up and did things -- a better strategy for the sleepless fight-nights. It may actually have gotten me back to sleep sooner.
YouTube deleted one of my accounts. Not mine-mine, but the one in which I’d uploaded tons and tons of British sitcoms. It was only a matter of time; I always knew that. I had it for at least three years, and suffered some deletions along the way, so it had a good run for its money. I love the fact that you can just go to YouTube and find nearly anything you’re looking for. I’ve watched entire series of shows on YT, so I’d wanted to give back to the masses by uploading my DVDs. Through it, I met lots of people -- other Americans who share the British sense of humor as well as Brits nostalgic for the 1980s shows -- so I‘m sad that YT just deleted me without notice. Wish I could have said goodbye.
I asked the president-boss for more responsibilities at work. God, that sounds kiss-ass, but it was boredom talking more than anything. (And in context, fifty percent of it came across as me just offering to pitch in with the increased workload.) I don’t respond well to being underestimated (or underutilized), and frankly I’m tired of being on vacation. I’ve needed the break after all the life and health my previous job took out of me, but there’s always room to improve my position and my salary and if I volunteer for more I can achieve that. I just want a fuckin’ house, man. Basic human rights. The right to buy a house and have it repossessed due to recessions.
Tomorrow I’m going to a 3-year-old’s birthday party. It’s my best friend’s daughter, and the kid is too brilliant and such a trip, so it’ll be fun actually. I bought her presents which I believe she will love and her parents will hate. Just doing my job! Same as I do for my nieces and nephews. I’ll never compete with Uncle Adrian, who once got my oldest niece a karaoke machine. Perhaps I should start shopping to get the kids a drum kit.
Oh -- and Neil Gaiman...? I am disappoint. Please rethink; this is not a good idea.
YouTube deleted one of my accounts. Not mine-mine, but the one in which I’d uploaded tons and tons of British sitcoms. It was only a matter of time; I always knew that. I had it for at least three years, and suffered some deletions along the way, so it had a good run for its money. I love the fact that you can just go to YouTube and find nearly anything you’re looking for. I’ve watched entire series of shows on YT, so I’d wanted to give back to the masses by uploading my DVDs. Through it, I met lots of people -- other Americans who share the British sense of humor as well as Brits nostalgic for the 1980s shows -- so I‘m sad that YT just deleted me without notice. Wish I could have said goodbye.
I asked the president-boss for more responsibilities at work. God, that sounds kiss-ass, but it was boredom talking more than anything. (And in context, fifty percent of it came across as me just offering to pitch in with the increased workload.) I don’t respond well to being underestimated (or underutilized), and frankly I’m tired of being on vacation. I’ve needed the break after all the life and health my previous job took out of me, but there’s always room to improve my position and my salary and if I volunteer for more I can achieve that. I just want a fuckin’ house, man. Basic human rights. The right to buy a house and have it repossessed due to recessions.
Tomorrow I’m going to a 3-year-old’s birthday party. It’s my best friend’s daughter, and the kid is too brilliant and such a trip, so it’ll be fun actually. I bought her presents which I believe she will love and her parents will hate. Just doing my job! Same as I do for my nieces and nephews. I’ll never compete with Uncle Adrian, who once got my oldest niece a karaoke machine. Perhaps I should start shopping to get the kids a drum kit.
Oh -- and Neil Gaiman...? I am disappoint. Please rethink; this is not a good idea.