blergh, this sucks
I still feel like crap. I don't remember having nausea during that time of the month for the first thirty odd years of the damn thing. And I do not get why the cramps are in my upper thighs and not my stomach. Last night I wasn't able to face normal food--barely ate lunch--so had brinner which didn't set well either. I felt fine this morning so had my normal cheerios but now feel blechy.
So, naturally I'm having my second cup of coffee. Yeah, that's good for my stomach.
Just snarled at the third person calling in the last two days about some kind of "free" scratch card. I told them if they called again, I'd put them through to my boss and he'd scream at them.
He's gone to one of his rentals to oversee dead branch removal/electrical something or other.
Last night, around the Royals game, which we won, yay, and we now have won more games than we have since 1993, I watched Criminal Minds, the two Big Bang Theories (adorable, funny, wonderful as always), Revolution (damn Monroe is sexy all sweaty and disheveled) and the SMG show which was okay. I'll give it a few more chances. Robin Williams was over the top but then I'm guessing he's supposed to be/they really can't control him. I have no emotional investment in any of the characters after just a half hour, though, and no idea about who any of them really are as people except one guy is a manwhore. I do like the other woman, she's funny.
There's a deposition going on in the conference room--I've learned to tune out most stuff but they keep talking about pomegranates, which is weird.
Boss was back--electric company had an emergency and didn't show up--boss is gone again as they're finally there.
All my Yuletide noms were approved, yay, and someone else nominated Copper with four different characters so there are at least eight. One of the problems I have with Yuletide (maybe the only one) is the limit on character noms to four per fandom per person. If you don't coordinate with someone, your four may be the only ones, or the four nominated by someone else may be characters you don't like or can't write (this happens to me a lot and I struggle as it is to find fandoms to offer). What it's boiled down to since they started limiting is about 90% of the fandoms only have four character choices because no one else nominates that fandom. *sigh* Oh well, I always manage to find something to write and I know people providing info for the spreadsheet are probably less than half of the people who nominate. This is the first year I've actually joined the yuletide comm and not just the admin one.
Working on my fullmoon ficlet story. The prompt is "home" which fits nicely into the Peter/Stiles series because Peter's rebuilding the house and planning the nursery and Stiles doesn't care about any of that. Now just to fit it under a thousand words.
Dad turns seventy three today. I brought the wine into the office since it's supposed to be nearly 90 degrees again. The bag I bought at Target for the sweatshirt smells weird, chemically. It's probably stinking up my car. I was supposed to get up this morning and bag up everything. I got up at 8:12. I'm supposed to be at work, a good ten minutes away, at 8:30. Needless to say I was fifteen minutes late.
There was a time about five years ago that my boss came down on me about being late, spending time online, talking to my mom on the phone, but ever since the surgery last year, he's been really easygoing about everything and has no problem especially with me having to go to doctor's appointments or get labwork done, and, apparently he bragged me up a lot to his friends over last weekend during his trip, how he's no happy he doesn't have to worry about anything at work while he's gone because I can handle everything. It's nice, job security and all that. Hopefully he will find someone to take over his practice who will keep me on because he is twenty years older than me and doesn't want to work forever. I'm not sure other attorney is ready for that, though he will keep me on. I wonder if he knows just how much money I make? At some point I will have 2/3 of my parents' estate but I can't count on that to live on, so I'll probably be working for the rest of my life.
Maybe I should seriously try writing something...
Okay, well, back to ficcing while boss is gone.
Oh, right, meme thing.
Episode That Makes You Cry:
Huh, well, I don't cry at tv very much (last ep of Angel notwithstanding). Emotional eps would probably be the ones where characters died who I was pretty sure wouldn't be back (so not Sam, Dean or Cas). So "In My Time Of Dying" with John, "Abandon All Hope" with Jo and Ellen, and "Death's Door" with Bobby. I still hold out hope for Gabriel.
So, naturally I'm having my second cup of coffee. Yeah, that's good for my stomach.
Just snarled at the third person calling in the last two days about some kind of "free" scratch card. I told them if they called again, I'd put them through to my boss and he'd scream at them.
He's gone to one of his rentals to oversee dead branch removal/electrical something or other.
Last night, around the Royals game, which we won, yay, and we now have won more games than we have since 1993, I watched Criminal Minds, the two Big Bang Theories (adorable, funny, wonderful as always), Revolution (damn Monroe is sexy all sweaty and disheveled) and the SMG show which was okay. I'll give it a few more chances. Robin Williams was over the top but then I'm guessing he's supposed to be/they really can't control him. I have no emotional investment in any of the characters after just a half hour, though, and no idea about who any of them really are as people except one guy is a manwhore. I do like the other woman, she's funny.
There's a deposition going on in the conference room--I've learned to tune out most stuff but they keep talking about pomegranates, which is weird.
Boss was back--electric company had an emergency and didn't show up--boss is gone again as they're finally there.
All my Yuletide noms were approved, yay, and someone else nominated Copper with four different characters so there are at least eight. One of the problems I have with Yuletide (maybe the only one) is the limit on character noms to four per fandom per person. If you don't coordinate with someone, your four may be the only ones, or the four nominated by someone else may be characters you don't like or can't write (this happens to me a lot and I struggle as it is to find fandoms to offer). What it's boiled down to since they started limiting is about 90% of the fandoms only have four character choices because no one else nominates that fandom. *sigh* Oh well, I always manage to find something to write and I know people providing info for the spreadsheet are probably less than half of the people who nominate. This is the first year I've actually joined the yuletide comm and not just the admin one.
Working on my fullmoon ficlet story. The prompt is "home" which fits nicely into the Peter/Stiles series because Peter's rebuilding the house and planning the nursery and Stiles doesn't care about any of that. Now just to fit it under a thousand words.
Dad turns seventy three today. I brought the wine into the office since it's supposed to be nearly 90 degrees again. The bag I bought at Target for the sweatshirt smells weird, chemically. It's probably stinking up my car. I was supposed to get up this morning and bag up everything. I got up at 8:12. I'm supposed to be at work, a good ten minutes away, at 8:30. Needless to say I was fifteen minutes late.
There was a time about five years ago that my boss came down on me about being late, spending time online, talking to my mom on the phone, but ever since the surgery last year, he's been really easygoing about everything and has no problem especially with me having to go to doctor's appointments or get labwork done, and, apparently he bragged me up a lot to his friends over last weekend during his trip, how he's no happy he doesn't have to worry about anything at work while he's gone because I can handle everything. It's nice, job security and all that. Hopefully he will find someone to take over his practice who will keep me on because he is twenty years older than me and doesn't want to work forever. I'm not sure other attorney is ready for that, though he will keep me on. I wonder if he knows just how much money I make? At some point I will have 2/3 of my parents' estate but I can't count on that to live on, so I'll probably be working for the rest of my life.
Maybe I should seriously try writing something...
Okay, well, back to ficcing while boss is gone.
Oh, right, meme thing.
Episode That Makes You Cry:
Huh, well, I don't cry at tv very much (last ep of Angel notwithstanding). Emotional eps would probably be the ones where characters died who I was pretty sure wouldn't be back (so not Sam, Dean or Cas). So "In My Time Of Dying" with John, "Abandon All Hope" with Jo and Ellen, and "Death's Door" with Bobby. I still hold out hope for Gabriel.