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The fact that the highlight of my morning was acquiring potato chips and painkillers should say something about my day.
It is not, surprisingly, the current state of politics in the US and the world that's giving me the headache, although maybe it should be. I'm reasonably sure, after a couple of weeks of living half surrounded by wildfires, that it's the days when the smoke blows into our little town and makes every breath taste like campfire. And now I'm sitting at work with a headache hoping the painkillers work or at least knock it down enough that I can function.
I also find myself hoping that Mitt Romney ends up being SecState, which is not a position I ever expected to take. But at least he would be capable of and understand the need to apologize and explain to the rest of the world that yes, we know we have an idiot for President, we'll try to get rid of him soon. Or something. I mean really? Threatening Cuba negotiations on Twitter? The hell?
I'm so far behind on Nanowrimo thanks to post-election depression but I don't think it's unwinnable. Especially the way I'm doing it with sort of sprawling all over Black Ice this year. I just. Ugh. So far behind, and I don't want to be. Then again I'm behind in my yearly word count too and I don't want to write for the next several months, I just want to curl up on the couch and knit forever. Writing, thinking, anything like that takes way too much effort and makes me too sad. Blegh.
On the other hand writing is something I can do to make things better? Maybe? I was reading some first responders talk about Standing Rock and other protests that have been tear gassed or jackbooted over and realizing that with my asthma, no, I probably shouldn't go to protest marches outside my generally content town. I used to go to all kinds of marches? And now apparently marching gets you teargassed and pepper sprayed. It didn't used to, and apart from being incredibly frustrated and aggravated that I can't anymore, it just makes me heartsick that this is what we've come to.
Ugh. Okay, enough of this. I have writing and knitting to do. Especially since, of all things, the boyfriend wore his skull hat to work most of his workday last night and now two co-workers want me to make them skull hats too. I. Um. Okay? I guess? It's better than going to their parties at which apparently the goal is to be as blitzed and ridiculous as possible. Besides, while I normally would be annoyed at people I only know by rough description being all YES KNIT ME SOMETHING .... fuckit, it gives me more things to stress knit.
You get Sebastian today, because recent events (last several weeks recent, nothing specific and new) have reminded the braintwin and thus me about that episode of Babylon 5, in which Delenn is told to be a nice Minbari, conform, be quiet. I am not a nice Minbari.
It is not, surprisingly, the current state of politics in the US and the world that's giving me the headache, although maybe it should be. I'm reasonably sure, after a couple of weeks of living half surrounded by wildfires, that it's the days when the smoke blows into our little town and makes every breath taste like campfire. And now I'm sitting at work with a headache hoping the painkillers work or at least knock it down enough that I can function.
I also find myself hoping that Mitt Romney ends up being SecState, which is not a position I ever expected to take. But at least he would be capable of and understand the need to apologize and explain to the rest of the world that yes, we know we have an idiot for President, we'll try to get rid of him soon. Or something. I mean really? Threatening Cuba negotiations on Twitter? The hell?
I'm so far behind on Nanowrimo thanks to post-election depression but I don't think it's unwinnable. Especially the way I'm doing it with sort of sprawling all over Black Ice this year. I just. Ugh. So far behind, and I don't want to be. Then again I'm behind in my yearly word count too and I don't want to write for the next several months, I just want to curl up on the couch and knit forever. Writing, thinking, anything like that takes way too much effort and makes me too sad. Blegh.
On the other hand writing is something I can do to make things better? Maybe? I was reading some first responders talk about Standing Rock and other protests that have been tear gassed or jackbooted over and realizing that with my asthma, no, I probably shouldn't go to protest marches outside my generally content town. I used to go to all kinds of marches? And now apparently marching gets you teargassed and pepper sprayed. It didn't used to, and apart from being incredibly frustrated and aggravated that I can't anymore, it just makes me heartsick that this is what we've come to.
Ugh. Okay, enough of this. I have writing and knitting to do. Especially since, of all things, the boyfriend wore his skull hat to work most of his workday last night and now two co-workers want me to make them skull hats too. I. Um. Okay? I guess? It's better than going to their parties at which apparently the goal is to be as blitzed and ridiculous as possible. Besides, while I normally would be annoyed at people I only know by rough description being all YES KNIT ME SOMETHING .... fuckit, it gives me more things to stress knit.
You get Sebastian today, because recent events (last several weeks recent, nothing specific and new) have reminded the braintwin and thus me about that episode of Babylon 5, in which Delenn is told to be a nice Minbari, conform, be quiet. I am not a nice Minbari.