Invisibility shield has been compromised
My theory is that the fantastical headache of mythological proportions is radiating in waves visible to the human eye.
I imagine it must look a little like a 5' high, floating, pulsing light, and my guess is that I could probably get away with doing a LOT more shit this way than if I was completely invisible. I mean, seriously, what would you do if a 5' high, floating, pulsing light approached you? Would you actually notice ANYTHING ELSE around you?
I gotta say, this whole invisibility thing hasn't been as fun as I expected. It may be that it's that time of the month and I'm just not feeling real energetic and up to shenanigans. In the movies, if you had a character that suddenly realizes they're invisible, you'd spend the next hour following their crazy antics and having a laugh, and then, towards the end, the character will probably realize that they're lonely because no one can see them and they miss their old life and blah blah blah, insert some ever-important moral lesson where they learn the Invisibility equivalent of "There's No Place Like Home." I think I started it backwards. Right now it just feels sort of Meh. Maybe after this week I'll start having fun with it, I haven't really explored all the possibilities.
I mean, I still have to show up for work. Not much has changed there--I show up, work on the shipment, couple of hours later someone walks in and marvels at how organized crap is and How Does She Do It? But, I mean, that was going on before, too.
Being invisible doesn't NECESSARILY mean Not Existing. The dishes aren't washing themselves. The laundry isn't putting itself away. That Damn Story is sure as hell not writing itself, even though it kinda USED to and now that I gave it a good shove it sort of left me hanging.
And what else is going on, anyway?
We may or may not, within the next couple of days, be acquiring a new fridge, dishwasher, stove, etcetera. I can't afford to go grocery shopping, but somehow appliances are making their way to us. It's related to my mother moving to Texas, and Oh, I could go on for 10 pages about THAT, too (but I won't).
There's good shit, and there's bad shit going on. I haven't figured out which one outweighs the other, but until the good shit comes through, I can't help but focusing on the bad shit.
Having the house completely to ourselves for the first time EVER is hella nice, but we could certainly use a paying roommate. My friend Amy is interested, but she JUST moved into a new place in the last couple of weeks, so that's kind of a no-go. Would be awesome, though. I love Amy, I'd trust her around Sammie, and she's really, really hot.
Ai'ight. Off to fold the laundry.
I imagine it must look a little like a 5' high, floating, pulsing light, and my guess is that I could probably get away with doing a LOT more shit this way than if I was completely invisible. I mean, seriously, what would you do if a 5' high, floating, pulsing light approached you? Would you actually notice ANYTHING ELSE around you?
I gotta say, this whole invisibility thing hasn't been as fun as I expected. It may be that it's that time of the month and I'm just not feeling real energetic and up to shenanigans. In the movies, if you had a character that suddenly realizes they're invisible, you'd spend the next hour following their crazy antics and having a laugh, and then, towards the end, the character will probably realize that they're lonely because no one can see them and they miss their old life and blah blah blah, insert some ever-important moral lesson where they learn the Invisibility equivalent of "There's No Place Like Home." I think I started it backwards. Right now it just feels sort of Meh. Maybe after this week I'll start having fun with it, I haven't really explored all the possibilities.
I mean, I still have to show up for work. Not much has changed there--I show up, work on the shipment, couple of hours later someone walks in and marvels at how organized crap is and How Does She Do It? But, I mean, that was going on before, too.
Being invisible doesn't NECESSARILY mean Not Existing. The dishes aren't washing themselves. The laundry isn't putting itself away. That Damn Story is sure as hell not writing itself, even though it kinda USED to and now that I gave it a good shove it sort of left me hanging.
And what else is going on, anyway?
We may or may not, within the next couple of days, be acquiring a new fridge, dishwasher, stove, etcetera. I can't afford to go grocery shopping, but somehow appliances are making their way to us. It's related to my mother moving to Texas, and Oh, I could go on for 10 pages about THAT, too (but I won't).
There's good shit, and there's bad shit going on. I haven't figured out which one outweighs the other, but until the good shit comes through, I can't help but focusing on the bad shit.
Having the house completely to ourselves for the first time EVER is hella nice, but we could certainly use a paying roommate. My friend Amy is interested, but she JUST moved into a new place in the last couple of weeks, so that's kind of a no-go. Would be awesome, though. I love Amy, I'd trust her around Sammie, and she's really, really hot.
Ai'ight. Off to fold the laundry.