Flustercuck
Today's Writing Effort
James went to help Bastion move into his new place. It took all day. While he was gone, I had an optometrist appointment because I've been having a lot of eye strain while working at my computer. It was worse when I had my laptop because of the smaller screen, but it's still not great. After I was done ordering some single vision near field glasses, I went to pick up the dry cleaning and get Yuno a refill of her medicine. I got a gyro from the place around the street from the vet's office, and then I went to Murdoch's for animal feed. I had to make sure that I got it all done today because of Yule coming up.
I was supposed to clean the house today. I did not get to that. So, tomorrow I have to wrap presents (including some that James wants help with) and clean the house in addition to all of the regular stuff that I have to do. I'm not going to be able to sit down at all tomorrow. I'm mostly going to be concentrating on the main floor for the cleaning bit, but I'll get the rest of the house if I can. But I know I'm not going to get any help in tidying anything up. I almost never do.
Oh, and Bastion, who is borrowing my Volkswagen Jetta SportWagen lost the key somewhere. I think it's at Kitty's house or on the ground outside her house. It may, possibly, be in one of his boxes or whatnot. He felt bad and threw a fit because he doesn't have a good handle on his temper and that cost him and James a couple of hours while that was going on. I assume, from the call that I got from James after I stopped at the vet, that the meltdown was going on around that time, so about 3:30pm.
If he can't find it, then I'll have to replace it, which sucks. Apparently, he and James came back to our house and borrowed Jenny's VW key, since James left the house with just the truck key on him, not his set.
So, kind of a flustercuck.
And we're not even having a dinner.
Oh, and tomorrow, James wants to harvest the last three of the chickens, and I'm probably going to have to help him chase them down.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fuck.
James went to help Bastion move into his new place. It took all day. While he was gone, I had an optometrist appointment because I've been having a lot of eye strain while working at my computer. It was worse when I had my laptop because of the smaller screen, but it's still not great. After I was done ordering some single vision near field glasses, I went to pick up the dry cleaning and get Yuno a refill of her medicine. I got a gyro from the place around the street from the vet's office, and then I went to Murdoch's for animal feed. I had to make sure that I got it all done today because of Yule coming up.
I was supposed to clean the house today. I did not get to that. So, tomorrow I have to wrap presents (including some that James wants help with) and clean the house in addition to all of the regular stuff that I have to do. I'm not going to be able to sit down at all tomorrow. I'm mostly going to be concentrating on the main floor for the cleaning bit, but I'll get the rest of the house if I can. But I know I'm not going to get any help in tidying anything up. I almost never do.
Oh, and Bastion, who is borrowing my Volkswagen Jetta SportWagen lost the key somewhere. I think it's at Kitty's house or on the ground outside her house. It may, possibly, be in one of his boxes or whatnot. He felt bad and threw a fit because he doesn't have a good handle on his temper and that cost him and James a couple of hours while that was going on. I assume, from the call that I got from James after I stopped at the vet, that the meltdown was going on around that time, so about 3:30pm.
If he can't find it, then I'll have to replace it, which sucks. Apparently, he and James came back to our house and borrowed Jenny's VW key, since James left the house with just the truck key on him, not his set.
So, kind of a flustercuck.
And we're not even having a dinner.
Oh, and tomorrow, James wants to harvest the last three of the chickens, and I'm probably going to have to help him chase them down.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fuck.