vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei
Talk about a disorienting day. I'm up, I'm forcing fluids, it hurts to swallow anything, I'm wiped out by the effort, I'm back in bed. Couple hours of sort-of resting go by, then I'm up again, forcing more fluids, feeling my lips so dry they're cracking...wiped out by everything again, and down for a couple more hours.
Okay, yes, I am not fool enough to think I would have been a happy cheerful worker like this. It's just...it's like I have this bottomless maw of need at the moment--I've found something I'm good at, and I want to keep doing it, and I don't want to stop, and I don't want to back down and...it's almost like addiction, in a sense, only this is an addiction to being useful, rather than an addiction to something damaging.
Though it has its damaging moments.
And don't bother telling me I have other useful moments, I know that, I'm working on bucking up my self-esteem here, but...it's just...damn. I wanted to be at that meeting, today. And it's not about maybe getting a grant to pay wages to me, or getting a key to the building, or any of the rest of it. It's just about...being helpful.
As opposed to sitting around.
Anyway. Grab-bag of links from the last few days of the Fuglies I hadn't yet got around to check.
The happy face. THE HAPPY FACE. Dear gods, that's completely frightening.
Is it poorly made, or just ugly? Sometimes it's hard to tell.
Are you still looking at that picture of that statue? Please stop looking at it. Hee. Finally a decent-sized pic of that thing, so I can check out the detail, and the rant was just perfect to go with it.
Oh, and sorry, joeyfalconetti. For tarnishing The Idol, or something. Though I could just say instead--see? Britney's immortal now, she has her own statue! :)
Good gods. Who is this freak?
No, really, I mean it, I don't know who the hell Bobby Trendy is, and from whence he was spawned, and maybe I'm not watching enough television now to know these things and for once, I think that is a VERY GOOD THING. WHO IS THIS FREAK?!?
Those are not good implants. My goodness, no. Can you return implants? Because those really need to be returned.
AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! SOMEONE must tell me what happened to Sharon Stone! Didn't she used to be...human, at least?
And I thought LaToya Jackson was frightening...
Apparently, there is no Raspberry Dream Spice without tulle. Good to...um...know.
Well, they do look a little plump, there.
I mean, that's not just lip gloss gone wild.
Aaaaand there she goes again, into the lying-down phase...well, at least I'm getting lots of vitamin C in my system. (*pokes sphynxcatvp*)
I'm still not used to the "Current Location" feature--I keep typing what I'm listening to at the moment in that slot, and having to backspace it out and copy it down. Argh. I'll get the hang of it, eventually.
Okay, yes, I am not fool enough to think I would have been a happy cheerful worker like this. It's just...it's like I have this bottomless maw of need at the moment--I've found something I'm good at, and I want to keep doing it, and I don't want to stop, and I don't want to back down and...it's almost like addiction, in a sense, only this is an addiction to being useful, rather than an addiction to something damaging.
Though it has its damaging moments.
And don't bother telling me I have other useful moments, I know that, I'm working on bucking up my self-esteem here, but...it's just...damn. I wanted to be at that meeting, today. And it's not about maybe getting a grant to pay wages to me, or getting a key to the building, or any of the rest of it. It's just about...being helpful.
As opposed to sitting around.
Anyway. Grab-bag of links from the last few days of the Fuglies I hadn't yet got around to check.
The happy face. THE HAPPY FACE. Dear gods, that's completely frightening.
Is it poorly made, or just ugly? Sometimes it's hard to tell.
Are you still looking at that picture of that statue? Please stop looking at it. Hee. Finally a decent-sized pic of that thing, so I can check out the detail, and the rant was just perfect to go with it.
Oh, and sorry, joeyfalconetti. For tarnishing The Idol, or something. Though I could just say instead--see? Britney's immortal now, she has her own statue! :)
Good gods. Who is this freak?
No, really, I mean it, I don't know who the hell Bobby Trendy is, and from whence he was spawned, and maybe I'm not watching enough television now to know these things and for once, I think that is a VERY GOOD THING. WHO IS THIS FREAK?!?
Those are not good implants. My goodness, no. Can you return implants? Because those really need to be returned.
AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! SOMEONE must tell me what happened to Sharon Stone! Didn't she used to be...human, at least?
And I thought LaToya Jackson was frightening...
Apparently, there is no Raspberry Dream Spice without tulle. Good to...um...know.
Well, they do look a little plump, there.
I mean, that's not just lip gloss gone wild.
Aaaaand there she goes again, into the lying-down phase...well, at least I'm getting lots of vitamin C in my system. (*pokes sphynxcatvp*)
I'm still not used to the "Current Location" feature--I keep typing what I'm listening to at the moment in that slot, and having to backspace it out and copy it down. Argh. I'll get the hang of it, eventually.