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My break today was from 1:00 to 2:30. We dropped to ratio at 3:00. Then, they sent me home. o_o;
Now, we're all scrabbling to make our hours this last year, and frankly I don't care one way or another if I go home at 3:00 of 5:00 during the rainy wet winter, because um. I'd rather be at home writing. >_> You catch my drift.
So I got home at 3:30, called my bank, set up web banking because they evidently purged my last account (oh. /that's/ why I can't log in. e_e; Thank you.) and then wrote a post for an RP thread. :)
AND THEN WHAT DID I DO?
Hello, The Internet. Thank you for reminding me why I don't really CARE that I don't have wireless anymore. e_e; You're so thoughtful.
On the other hand, I think I may keep my laptop in the basement for a while, because A) It's cooler down here than upstairs, happier times for me and for Francis, and 2) um. I'm lazy and don't want to heft out the books every time I need to put Francis somewhere that is /not/ my glass-top desk. >_>;
Also I remember to do laundry, and being in the cold makes me /want/ to write, and my coffeebean/gristmill/wtf/isthatasteeringwheel? lamp gives me the exact amount of light I want. Who knew that, too, huh? :) It's really hideous. I'd never let it in my house, except ugly things make me happy, and it's like some demented carpentry!punk design by a maddened caffeine addict, or like, someone who wanted their spouse to STOP WITH THE DAMNED PERCOLATOR ALREADY. :D I often pretend the wheels on the side grind up the coffee and power electrical generators that make the light go. It's nothing nearly so awesome, though. The wheels are only for show. :\ One day, I'll have a camera that works again, and then you can all shout "PIX OR IT DIDN'T HAPPEN!" at me. :) And you, too, can be boggled by my grandmother's furniture. :)
Last day of November. My since-day-10 goal had been to finish the first draft of Chasing Sunset, but let's be honest here. There's no fucking way. I'm close, but I'm not one-day-away close. :) Qui keeps kicking herself for letting us take back up an RP we'd been doing in October, since we both hit our 50s a while ago, but honestly? Even though I don't want to really write my Hunters given the option of them or Val, I didn't want to write at /all/ for a while there, and soldiered on, because that's what I do. :)
So, on the whole, pleasant. And waiting for Francis to one day just upend himself in a fiery explosion of death. :) LOVE!
Now, we're all scrabbling to make our hours this last year, and frankly I don't care one way or another if I go home at 3:00 of 5:00 during the rainy wet winter, because um. I'd rather be at home writing. >_> You catch my drift.
So I got home at 3:30, called my bank, set up web banking because they evidently purged my last account (oh. /that's/ why I can't log in. e_e; Thank you.) and then wrote a post for an RP thread. :)
AND THEN WHAT DID I DO?
Hello, The Internet. Thank you for reminding me why I don't really CARE that I don't have wireless anymore. e_e; You're so thoughtful.
On the other hand, I think I may keep my laptop in the basement for a while, because A) It's cooler down here than upstairs, happier times for me and for Francis, and 2) um. I'm lazy and don't want to heft out the books every time I need to put Francis somewhere that is /not/ my glass-top desk. >_>;
Also I remember to do laundry, and being in the cold makes me /want/ to write, and my coffeebean/gristmill/wtf/isthatasteeringwheel? lamp gives me the exact amount of light I want. Who knew that, too, huh? :) It's really hideous. I'd never let it in my house, except ugly things make me happy, and it's like some demented carpentry!punk design by a maddened caffeine addict, or like, someone who wanted their spouse to STOP WITH THE DAMNED PERCOLATOR ALREADY. :D I often pretend the wheels on the side grind up the coffee and power electrical generators that make the light go. It's nothing nearly so awesome, though. The wheels are only for show. :\ One day, I'll have a camera that works again, and then you can all shout "PIX OR IT DIDN'T HAPPEN!" at me. :) And you, too, can be boggled by my grandmother's furniture. :)
Last day of November. My since-day-10 goal had been to finish the first draft of Chasing Sunset, but let's be honest here. There's no fucking way. I'm close, but I'm not one-day-away close. :) Qui keeps kicking herself for letting us take back up an RP we'd been doing in October, since we both hit our 50s a while ago, but honestly? Even though I don't want to really write my Hunters given the option of them or Val, I didn't want to write at /all/ for a while there, and soldiered on, because that's what I do. :)
So, on the whole, pleasant. And waiting for Francis to one day just upend himself in a fiery explosion of death. :) LOVE!