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I was going to describe in detail why there is a slang term at my work, 'shitastrophe', but instead of regaling you with the Murphy's law clusterfuck involving the person with IBS, their daughter's lack of bringing in human cleaning supplies, and the left over nausea from the bug that kicked my ass, I decided to go drink about 18 ounces of delicious hard cider, instead.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Now we're all happy, me because I'm tipsy verging on drunk, and you because you can still eat refried beans without gagging.
It's really not that I'm that much of a cheap drunk, it's that with Lent and consciously cutting back on the alcohol I consume, I'm way happier on way less booze.
Working on two Secret Projects (writeninging) and also Holden still. This afternoon I actually literally gasped in horror on the bus because there was some dropped sitch staring up grimly at me that I could not figure the origins of. Still not sure. But I brought the stitch up to the current row and I'm going to lie about it with a straight face. I'm pretty much halfway through the first repeat of three of the lace part, which is great except for the part where it's already 300odd stitches and I want to die. I march on. Desperate for new project but all around more desperate to get this and Terra done with. On Monday I went to Walgreens for a thermometer and found packages of that foam playmat stuff, $6 for nine pieces and bought two and the clerk's undying conviction that I am a crazy person. I DON'T CARE, I DON'T HAVE TO GO ALL THE HELL OUT TO NORTH PORTLAND.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Now we're all happy, me because I'm tipsy verging on drunk, and you because you can still eat refried beans without gagging.
It's really not that I'm that much of a cheap drunk, it's that with Lent and consciously cutting back on the alcohol I consume, I'm way happier on way less booze.
Working on two Secret Projects (writeninging) and also Holden still. This afternoon I actually literally gasped in horror on the bus because there was some dropped sitch staring up grimly at me that I could not figure the origins of. Still not sure. But I brought the stitch up to the current row and I'm going to lie about it with a straight face. I'm pretty much halfway through the first repeat of three of the lace part, which is great except for the part where it's already 300odd stitches and I want to die. I march on. Desperate for new project but all around more desperate to get this and Terra done with. On Monday I went to Walgreens for a thermometer and found packages of that foam playmat stuff, $6 for nine pieces and bought two and the clerk's undying conviction that I am a crazy person. I DON'T CARE, I DON'T HAVE TO GO ALL THE HELL OUT TO NORTH PORTLAND.