why is the rum gone?
Friday at last. On the cusp of the weekend. The usual disappointments have started but, whatever. We'll see how things go.
I hate hovering on the edge of depression.
In the meantime I'm about to head over to my MIL's to help her make deserts for the boys who are all getting up at the crack of dawn tomorrow to help her move into her new house--which by the way, I am so jealous of, it's got such character! Secret passages, hard wood floors, tons of room, laundry shoots!--though I don't know how much help I will be considering I'll be dealing with Nat the whole time. But then again, she's kinda crazy and I've just learned that you can't argue with crazy people. They always win.
The Rum Diary comes out today! I am 99% certain I won't get to see it this weekend (disappointed) but i'm going to push for next weekend. And if that doesn't work, I'm sneaking out to see it myself cause I'm tired of being promised things that never happen. I don't ask for much. I need my Johnny, dammit!
Will be writing more tonight hopefully and Saturday for sure to finish up projects. As per my last post, I'll be posting the last part of my Public Enemies halloween fic then too. Regretfully I probably won't get the last idea done in time for the contest, though when I have time I'll probably write and post it anyway. Cause it's too cute not to.
Haven't heard from work yet, and honestly the way my former "friends" have responded to the idea of me coming back, I've lost some of my enthusiasm. Now I may in fact just go for the earliest shift so that I don't really even deal with them. So sad, but that's what happens. I still like Koren and Mallory, Kasha and the others, but it's obvious that our friendship can't survive outside the work zone. I'm too old, bogged down with a child and a husband, and we don't have enough in common. Koren I still hope maybe to keep in contact with, but I just somehow doubt it at this point.
So I'm also looking for part time work elsewhere. A bigger pain in the ass, but you do what you have to. It'll be nice to have my own cash again. And I will buy my pirates dammit. I SHALL HAVE MY SPARBOSSA IF IT KILLS ME.
So there.
Now pic spam time!
(I want this house, please!)
Halloween circa 1939
