MISCELLANEOUS THOUGHTS.
It took me three hours to get to work today, in large part because I stumbled across an accident that must have just occurred . . . an SUV, flipped and still spinning slightly, while the two guys inside managed to actually get the doors open, crawl out, and WALK AWAY.
Talk about lucky days.
I hope those guys went and bought lotto tickets later.
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I caught most of the second half of the surprisingly awesome King Arthur last night. The Saxon leader had all the best lines, I thought.
The hands-down winner? After Arthur comes out alone to meet him and threaten his life?
Cedric says thoughtfully: So, Arthur. Finally. A man worth killing.
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I got a baby laptop from my daddy for Christmas, yay!!! It's the most adorable little netbook ever!
The only thing I would change is that I would have preferred it to be in my favorite color, red, but you know . . . horses. Mouths. Gifts. Whatevers. I figure I can just get it a red jacket.
Hopefully tomorrow there will be enough time so that I can load it up with fun stuff while I'm here at the office. By which I mean fanfic, of course.
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Today I made sure I brought my lunch like a good squirrel. Turkey leg and side of frozen veggies, yum!
Then lucifrix happened to mention in passing "cheese fries" and of course, I'm all like, twist my arm why don't you.
I'm SO easy.
It's just like when someone mentions Chinese food and then that's all you can think about for DAYS.
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My Atlanta Falcons won this weekend, in large part I'm sure because the game was not televised anywhere that I might happen to watch it and jinx them. On Sunday, though, I found myself wondering aloud, if you were the three-and-eleven Tampa Bay Bucs, and you're playing the New Orleans fucking perfect record Saints . . . seriously? Do you even show up?
And then they managed to trounce the Saints THOROUGHLY. That was AWESOME.
Of course, later on I found out that the Saints got smashed up the week before, too, which also made me a happy camper, as I bear a Falcon fan's unreasonable seething hatred for our chief rivals.
I still think we should be in the playoffs. Dammit.
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Tonight I am meeting Aunt Jinny's partner Claire for dinner and discussion about some problems I think I'm seeing with my mother: above and beyond the usual she-drives-me-crazy kind of problems. I have to make sure I set aside some time to organize my thoughts, as I mean for this to be serious business and not a bitch session ( because after all that is what I pay a therapist for ).
Aside from her general clinginess, Mom's become increasingly withdrawn, fearful, and certainly hostile. She's hit pretty much every one in the top ten of depressive symptoms, and I'm sorry, but I am not psychologically or financially equipped to take over her life ( which I suspect is actually what she wants, anyway ).
Maybe it makes me a bad person, but I am not prepared to run my mother's life for her, just so that she doesn't have to think.
Claire is a doctor, a geriatrician by specialty, and as a family member as well as a medical professional, I'm hoping that she can help me to come up with some kind of game plan that doesn't necessarily involve me being the sole focus. Because I already know I can't handle it, and that's why I'm asking for help.
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I defy anyone to watch this and not at least sniffle a little. I'm pretty sure my ovaries were going to explode. But there's something about the whole soldiers-in-Iraq thing that really gets me.
Speaking of which, I'm pretty sure I'm going to hell for it, but when the umpteenth overbearing and pretentious relative said with false sympathy to me at Christmas, "Oh, and no boyfriend again this Christmas? I'm SO sorry," like I had FUCKING CANCER or something, I totally LIED LIKE A RUG and said, "My boyfriend's in Iraq. We're planning to celebrate once he makes it back safely." Cue SADFACE.
And cue annoying aunt-by-marriage doing silent fish impression and then running for the hills.
I just . . . there's a limit to how much patience I have for educating people, you know? And I've been trying to explain for YEARS now why I'm happy being single. I just had. Had. ENOUGH.
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So, in recent weeks, I've been *gasp* writing Vampire Diaries RPS slash, because seriously, that is possibly the hottest brothercest since the Winchester boys. ( Although it puzzles me as to why my muse went the RPS route. )
At any rate, I've also become weirdly fascinated with . . . wait for it . . . Adam Lambert.
Why? You may well ask.
I blame astolat and her fucking awesome fic.
I draw the line at actually watching that stupid show, though.
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Well, that should do for now. I have notes to make and, in essence, a dinner meeting for which to prepare. Then I will stagger home, probably slapping myself in the face in order to stay awake on the drive, and try to catch the end of the Badgers' bowl game.
Five o'clock is going to arrive all too early tomorrow morning, I'm afraid.
Talk about lucky days.
I hope those guys went and bought lotto tickets later.
*************
I caught most of the second half of the surprisingly awesome King Arthur last night. The Saxon leader had all the best lines, I thought.
The hands-down winner? After Arthur comes out alone to meet him and threaten his life?
Cedric says thoughtfully: So, Arthur. Finally. A man worth killing.
*************
I got a baby laptop from my daddy for Christmas, yay!!! It's the most adorable little netbook ever!
The only thing I would change is that I would have preferred it to be in my favorite color, red, but you know . . . horses. Mouths. Gifts. Whatevers. I figure I can just get it a red jacket.
Hopefully tomorrow there will be enough time so that I can load it up with fun stuff while I'm here at the office. By which I mean fanfic, of course.
*************
Today I made sure I brought my lunch like a good squirrel. Turkey leg and side of frozen veggies, yum!
Then lucifrix happened to mention in passing "cheese fries" and of course, I'm all like, twist my arm why don't you.
I'm SO easy.
It's just like when someone mentions Chinese food and then that's all you can think about for DAYS.
*************
My Atlanta Falcons won this weekend, in large part I'm sure because the game was not televised anywhere that I might happen to watch it and jinx them. On Sunday, though, I found myself wondering aloud, if you were the three-and-eleven Tampa Bay Bucs, and you're playing the New Orleans fucking perfect record Saints . . . seriously? Do you even show up?
And then they managed to trounce the Saints THOROUGHLY. That was AWESOME.
Of course, later on I found out that the Saints got smashed up the week before, too, which also made me a happy camper, as I bear a Falcon fan's unreasonable seething hatred for our chief rivals.
I still think we should be in the playoffs. Dammit.
*************
Tonight I am meeting Aunt Jinny's partner Claire for dinner and discussion about some problems I think I'm seeing with my mother: above and beyond the usual she-drives-me-crazy kind of problems. I have to make sure I set aside some time to organize my thoughts, as I mean for this to be serious business and not a bitch session ( because after all that is what I pay a therapist for ).
Aside from her general clinginess, Mom's become increasingly withdrawn, fearful, and certainly hostile. She's hit pretty much every one in the top ten of depressive symptoms, and I'm sorry, but I am not psychologically or financially equipped to take over her life ( which I suspect is actually what she wants, anyway ).
Maybe it makes me a bad person, but I am not prepared to run my mother's life for her, just so that she doesn't have to think.
Claire is a doctor, a geriatrician by specialty, and as a family member as well as a medical professional, I'm hoping that she can help me to come up with some kind of game plan that doesn't necessarily involve me being the sole focus. Because I already know I can't handle it, and that's why I'm asking for help.
*************
I defy anyone to watch this and not at least sniffle a little. I'm pretty sure my ovaries were going to explode. But there's something about the whole soldiers-in-Iraq thing that really gets me.
Speaking of which, I'm pretty sure I'm going to hell for it, but when the umpteenth overbearing and pretentious relative said with false sympathy to me at Christmas, "Oh, and no boyfriend again this Christmas? I'm SO sorry," like I had FUCKING CANCER or something, I totally LIED LIKE A RUG and said, "My boyfriend's in Iraq. We're planning to celebrate once he makes it back safely." Cue SADFACE.
And cue annoying aunt-by-marriage doing silent fish impression and then running for the hills.
I just . . . there's a limit to how much patience I have for educating people, you know? And I've been trying to explain for YEARS now why I'm happy being single. I just had. Had. ENOUGH.
*************
So, in recent weeks, I've been *gasp* writing Vampire Diaries RPS slash, because seriously, that is possibly the hottest brothercest since the Winchester boys. ( Although it puzzles me as to why my muse went the RPS route. )
At any rate, I've also become weirdly fascinated with . . . wait for it . . . Adam Lambert.
Why? You may well ask.
I blame astolat and her fucking awesome fic.
I draw the line at actually watching that stupid show, though.
*************
Well, that should do for now. I have notes to make and, in essence, a dinner meeting for which to prepare. Then I will stagger home, probably slapping myself in the face in order to stay awake on the drive, and try to catch the end of the Badgers' bowl game.
Five o'clock is going to arrive all too early tomorrow morning, I'm afraid.