Struggling for an upside.
I feel like a slug that someone has touched---all contracted up and just waiting for the finger to depart so I can fucking relax.
I have no idea when these people will be leaving. I'm horrified at the thought of them being here through the weekend, let alone beyond that and into next week. I can't even ponder the idea, because if it happens it will mean that EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY of my Thanksgiving break was spent listening to my sister's nonstop yammering and the tooth-splitting shriek of her awful children, and the thought that this might happen tips me toward an impending incoherent rage. I have been looking forward to a week without classes for a long time. I've needed the break from school for a long time. The way things are going, I won't get it. I'll go back to school even more frazzled than I already am. Oh, yeah, and my birthday is coming up, too, I forgot all about that: I do not want to turn 33 to the nerve-grating tune of background babyshrieks. I do not want to finish up another year of life on three hours' worth of sleep. That was not how I'd imagined the big 3-3 going down.
(Oh, and thanks so much tamago23 for the lovely circa 1972 Smutler air-spanking imagery: I heard Brickhouse in Denny's and the actual vocal BCWWs in that song made me laugh like a straight-jacketed lunatic.)
Struggling for an upside, though...I'm wondering if I should start another longish V for Vendetta fic. One that I can make really, really weird. I love my characters but I hate my story. Of course, today I hate everything.
EDIT: And where on earth is this bandonkadonk butt coming from? I swear to God, I've always been the woman who carried all the extra weight in the middle, but this time it's all going to my ass. WFT? I've heard of women shifting from pear to apple fat distribution as they get older, but never from apple to pear. That's just...weird.
I have no idea when these people will be leaving. I'm horrified at the thought of them being here through the weekend, let alone beyond that and into next week. I can't even ponder the idea, because if it happens it will mean that EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY of my Thanksgiving break was spent listening to my sister's nonstop yammering and the tooth-splitting shriek of her awful children, and the thought that this might happen tips me toward an impending incoherent rage. I have been looking forward to a week without classes for a long time. I've needed the break from school for a long time. The way things are going, I won't get it. I'll go back to school even more frazzled than I already am. Oh, yeah, and my birthday is coming up, too, I forgot all about that: I do not want to turn 33 to the nerve-grating tune of background babyshrieks. I do not want to finish up another year of life on three hours' worth of sleep. That was not how I'd imagined the big 3-3 going down.
(Oh, and thanks so much tamago23 for the lovely circa 1972 Smutler air-spanking imagery: I heard Brickhouse in Denny's and the actual vocal BCWWs in that song made me laugh like a straight-jacketed lunatic.)
Struggling for an upside, though...I'm wondering if I should start another longish V for Vendetta fic. One that I can make really, really weird. I love my characters but I hate my story. Of course, today I hate everything.
EDIT: And where on earth is this bandonkadonk butt coming from? I swear to God, I've always been the woman who carried all the extra weight in the middle, but this time it's all going to my ass. WFT? I've heard of women shifting from pear to apple fat distribution as they get older, but never from apple to pear. That's just...weird.