Don't come back
How many times do I get to say this? I had to leave work early yesterday, because I am on Day 5 of Operation OhgodIfeellikedeathpleasejustletmegetsomesleep. I had thought of taking a taxi, because when you're running on low batteries, taking the CTA is not exactly low-stress, not even on an off-hour when you'd think the train would be emptier than rush times. (This turns out not to be true. Good for the CTA, I guess, but still.)
Anyway, here I am in the Loop, just hoping it will go quickly and smoothly and I can get home and ostrich it up for a while, when the train stops. And waits. And waits. Finally a conductor pokes his head in. The reason we're standing on the tracks is because the presidential motorcade is in the area. Imagine me screaming "OBAMAAAAA!" like the Shat does "KHAAAAAN!"
My plans for the weekend are to be as hermity as possible until Sunday night. I want to 1) catch up on sleep, 2) unfuck my immune system, 3) clean my apartment and 4) possibly buy new clothes and/or shoes. (I am still in a deep state of hating almost everything I own.) I am also fully a week behind on my intentions to keep going with the WBB, but I left off with a pretty good rhythm (this part of the draft is turning out unexpectedly snappy), so hopefully that will work in my favor, especially with the hermiting. (You know something's wrong when you check my iTunes and discover I haven't played any music at all in three days.)
Some things still keep me happy, though. Like skew_whiff's cracktacular should-be show about James Badge Dale and Rick Warden raising yaks together. I want the fic too.
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Anyway, here I am in the Loop, just hoping it will go quickly and smoothly and I can get home and ostrich it up for a while, when the train stops. And waits. And waits. Finally a conductor pokes his head in. The reason we're standing on the tracks is because the presidential motorcade is in the area. Imagine me screaming "OBAMAAAAA!" like the Shat does "KHAAAAAN!"
My plans for the weekend are to be as hermity as possible until Sunday night. I want to 1) catch up on sleep, 2) unfuck my immune system, 3) clean my apartment and 4) possibly buy new clothes and/or shoes. (I am still in a deep state of hating almost everything I own.) I am also fully a week behind on my intentions to keep going with the WBB, but I left off with a pretty good rhythm (this part of the draft is turning out unexpectedly snappy), so hopefully that will work in my favor, especially with the hermiting. (You know something's wrong when you check my iTunes and discover I haven't played any music at all in three days.)
Some things still keep me happy, though. Like skew_whiff's cracktacular should-be show about James Badge Dale and Rick Warden raising yaks together. I want the fic too.
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