Why Can't There Be Hammocks at Work??
So, in case anyone was wondering why I haven't updated fics in a while I just thought I'd let it be known I'm still alive. Just exhausted. Still working on potty-training the puppy, and currently in the process of moving. As all the menfolk decided to flake out at the last minute it was me and two other ladies moving all this super-heavy shit up and down stairs. I do, however, give props to the guy who lives next to us who actually assisted with the bookshelf. When it came to my desk -easily the heaviest object surpassing even the beds- however, I decided to fuck it and roll that bitch down the stairs scratches be damned. Arms feel like jello. Brain is stuck on doodle mode and Netflix.
(By-the-by, I finished all the series I was watching on Instant. Anyone got suggestions? I like Sci-Fi and Action/Adventure.)
...And then I was getting back from walking Pitch when my downstairs neighbor informed me without naming names or giving details as to why that it might be a good idea if I take my .38 with me when I walk the dog at night. (This could mean anything from genuine creeper maliciousness or dumb-ass druggie looking for some quick cash.) Which sucks. Because I know when I wake up at 12-2am to take him out I stay in my PJ's, and it would be nice if we had decent people around, or everyone could be in bed like good little hobbits. At least my walking times aren't regular enough for someone to plot around.
But I guess that means it is a good thing we should be finished transitioning stuff to the new apartment by this weekend.
I am not looking forward to moving my books.
Though I am considering pulling out my Robert Ludlum Hardcover with me on the walkies and braining any would-be attackers in the head, because guns are too tempting a thing to use. Do not bring/carry a gun unless you are fully prepared to use it an accept to consequences of such actions. You can take back words, and slow down a fist, but once that bullet leaves the chamber there is no backsies.
Also, before I get off my soapbox, treat every gun as if it IS loaded even if someone told you it isn't. Never point them at people, or pets. Even as a joke.
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If you made it this far, congratulations! Have a Bite Sized Bit of Fic! Featuring Sleipnir and Methos.
(By-the-by, I finished all the series I was watching on Instant. Anyone got suggestions? I like Sci-Fi and Action/Adventure.)
...And then I was getting back from walking Pitch when my downstairs neighbor informed me without naming names or giving details as to why that it might be a good idea if I take my .38 with me when I walk the dog at night. (This could mean anything from genuine creeper maliciousness or dumb-ass druggie looking for some quick cash.) Which sucks. Because I know when I wake up at 12-2am to take him out I stay in my PJ's, and it would be nice if we had decent people around, or everyone could be in bed like good little hobbits. At least my walking times aren't regular enough for someone to plot around.
But I guess that means it is a good thing we should be finished transitioning stuff to the new apartment by this weekend.
I am not looking forward to moving my books.
Though I am considering pulling out my Robert Ludlum Hardcover with me on the walkies and braining any would-be attackers in the head, because guns are too tempting a thing to use. Do not bring/carry a gun unless you are fully prepared to use it an accept to consequences of such actions. You can take back words, and slow down a fist, but once that bullet leaves the chamber there is no backsies.
Also, before I get off my soapbox, treat every gun as if it IS loaded even if someone told you it isn't. Never point them at people, or pets. Even as a joke.
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If you made it this far, congratulations! Have a Bite Sized Bit of Fic! Featuring Sleipnir and Methos.