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Welp. This morning I woke up feeling only slightly less battered and bruised than I expected (no actual bruises just a lot of sore muscles) and then when I started moving, yep, there it is.
And there is also a surprise dentist bill. Oh joy. What fun. I love getting those. Not. Plus side, my new asthma medication works great and is $25/mo? Minus side, $150 surprise dentist bill. On top of the root canal I just paid for. I really love getting these. No, no I don't. Why do I even fucking have dental insurance if they're not going to pay for shit, I would like to know. I just. So frustrated. Especially right after the root canal of terrifyingly expensive. Aaaargh.
I have the annual Trans-Siberian Orchestra concert tomorrow night and right now that's about the only thing I'm excited about. Everything else is kind of blegh. Not depression blegh, I still get excited at getting a cool monster out of a scroll in Summoner's War, or completing an exercise in Arabic or capoeira, I just. Blegh. I worry about the environment. I worry about the economy. I worry about my goddamn dentist bill. And the damn skylight in the garage. I have way more worries than I want to have and it irks me. It's irksome.
There are good things. I've finished one of the alleged Halloween stories (heheh oops) and am working on finishing the second that, heh. They switched places! It used to be the ghost story was the one I had no idea what I was doing with, and the party one was fine, and now I feel like the party one is scattered and weird and rambling and the ghost story is tight and yay. There's that, I'm working on edits for Turing Shrugged, I'm almost done with the other story I was almost done with a few months ago but then nanowrimo happened. Tidying up bits and pieces for year's end, I guess.
God I can't wait for 2016 to end. I don't even think the years my grandparents died were this hard. This has been just one hellish revelation or crisis after another, and now my biggest fear is that 2017 is going to be even worse. And thanks to politics, that seems like a perfectly reasonable fear.
We'll get through this. We have before, we can do it again. I'll just complain every step of the way.
And there is also a surprise dentist bill. Oh joy. What fun. I love getting those. Not. Plus side, my new asthma medication works great and is $25/mo? Minus side, $150 surprise dentist bill. On top of the root canal I just paid for. I really love getting these. No, no I don't. Why do I even fucking have dental insurance if they're not going to pay for shit, I would like to know. I just. So frustrated. Especially right after the root canal of terrifyingly expensive. Aaaargh.
I have the annual Trans-Siberian Orchestra concert tomorrow night and right now that's about the only thing I'm excited about. Everything else is kind of blegh. Not depression blegh, I still get excited at getting a cool monster out of a scroll in Summoner's War, or completing an exercise in Arabic or capoeira, I just. Blegh. I worry about the environment. I worry about the economy. I worry about my goddamn dentist bill. And the damn skylight in the garage. I have way more worries than I want to have and it irks me. It's irksome.
There are good things. I've finished one of the alleged Halloween stories (heheh oops) and am working on finishing the second that, heh. They switched places! It used to be the ghost story was the one I had no idea what I was doing with, and the party one was fine, and now I feel like the party one is scattered and weird and rambling and the ghost story is tight and yay. There's that, I'm working on edits for Turing Shrugged, I'm almost done with the other story I was almost done with a few months ago but then nanowrimo happened. Tidying up bits and pieces for year's end, I guess.
God I can't wait for 2016 to end. I don't even think the years my grandparents died were this hard. This has been just one hellish revelation or crisis after another, and now my biggest fear is that 2017 is going to be even worse. And thanks to politics, that seems like a perfectly reasonable fear.
We'll get through this. We have before, we can do it again. I'll just complain every step of the way.