'Deep in the recess of every man; Is the thief, the robber, the criminal'
Right, so, this new work schedule is really throwing me off. I work long hours on Saturday and no hours Sunday or Monday and Sunday I have church and errands and friends/family all day and Monday I have... nothing. So I am like 'aaaaah, Monday.' Which is just wrong and really going to bite me in the rear once my second job takes over, but... oh well. I used to be upset about the thought of losing a Two Day Weekend, but really as long as I have one... I guess I can look at it as going to a Biblical schedule.
I'm going to spend the majority of the day waging the Dust War in my room. I have already waged the Paper War and the Clothes War though I can see that another Laundry Skirmish is going to be in order. Why can't that Laundry just stay down? But it is going to be a busy week and an even busier weekend. The inimitable inkycloud will be visiting for Labor Day and unless I can find a cheap hotel we are going to have a house jam-packed with other family and guests. All the same, I'm looking forward to it and I don't think it will be that bad because we will be spending time Outside (and possibly On The Beach or In The City) or cloister ourselves away so she can teach me how to purl. Maybe even watch some more Supernatural, In Plain Sight, Whathaveyou (recommendations appreciated!).
In other news, since I was a teenager I've had these raised red bumps on my upper arms. I remember asking a dermatologist about them and he said that there was nothing I could do, and had resigned myself to looking as if I'd had a sunburn just above my elbows from a distance for the rest of my life. Close up, these bumps look like this, and apparently are named Keratosis Pilaris. My mother was reading in Family Circle and came upon a description of said affliction where it claimed that applying Amlactin for a period of three weeks would reduce the ugly outbreaks to next to nothing. Gentle Reader, I have now been using this product for three days and three days only, and already the bumps are less raised and have faded from glaring redness into a more skin-toned color. I IZ HAPPEH! And if you suffer from a similar dryness-related afflection -- look! There is coupons!
Today's dictionary.com word of the day is diktat. Diktat: an authoritative decree or order.
There were times that Greg thought the training was completely unreasonable. Waking up at zero-dark-thirty, and being made to run for hours through the freezing rain, punished for each instinctive reaction -- he was a wolf now, he wanted the company of others, to fight to establish his dominance, to eat and eat and eat and gorge himself...
But his captain demanded control. He pushed humanity back on Greg with an iron fist, punishing each instinctive, wolf-like response while he walked on two legs and strictly controlling his rations, demanding that he follow and obey -- the only person he was allowed to try his strength against was the captain, and the captain beat him back time and time again.
Greg hated him for it.
Even at the end, when the captain clapped him on the shoulder and accepted him back into his unit, Greg glared at the sunlight and planned to request a transfer as soon as possible. When the rookie welcomed him back with a modified flashbang stuffed in his locker and Greg was able to control his impulse to tear out the kid's throat, he chalked that up to his personal self-control. Let the captain handle it. But on his first assignment, when they were in the middle of a search and rescue and he came upong a little girl, bleeding, and his wolf got hungry...
He grit his teeth and thought that he'd already had his calorie requirement for the two hour period. And then felt sick. Was this what the captain's dicktats had been fighting?
In other news, I have made myself tea. It is roobis chai and mattevanna and mmm, mmm, good!
I'm going to spend the majority of the day waging the Dust War in my room. I have already waged the Paper War and the Clothes War though I can see that another Laundry Skirmish is going to be in order. Why can't that Laundry just stay down? But it is going to be a busy week and an even busier weekend. The inimitable inkycloud will be visiting for Labor Day and unless I can find a cheap hotel we are going to have a house jam-packed with other family and guests. All the same, I'm looking forward to it and I don't think it will be that bad because we will be spending time Outside (and possibly On The Beach or In The City) or cloister ourselves away so she can teach me how to purl. Maybe even watch some more Supernatural, In Plain Sight, Whathaveyou (recommendations appreciated!).
In other news, since I was a teenager I've had these raised red bumps on my upper arms. I remember asking a dermatologist about them and he said that there was nothing I could do, and had resigned myself to looking as if I'd had a sunburn just above my elbows from a distance for the rest of my life. Close up, these bumps look like this, and apparently are named Keratosis Pilaris. My mother was reading in Family Circle and came upon a description of said affliction where it claimed that applying Amlactin for a period of three weeks would reduce the ugly outbreaks to next to nothing. Gentle Reader, I have now been using this product for three days and three days only, and already the bumps are less raised and have faded from glaring redness into a more skin-toned color. I IZ HAPPEH! And if you suffer from a similar dryness-related afflection -- look! There is coupons!
Today's dictionary.com word of the day is diktat. Diktat: an authoritative decree or order.
There were times that Greg thought the training was completely unreasonable. Waking up at zero-dark-thirty, and being made to run for hours through the freezing rain, punished for each instinctive reaction -- he was a wolf now, he wanted the company of others, to fight to establish his dominance, to eat and eat and eat and gorge himself...
But his captain demanded control. He pushed humanity back on Greg with an iron fist, punishing each instinctive, wolf-like response while he walked on two legs and strictly controlling his rations, demanding that he follow and obey -- the only person he was allowed to try his strength against was the captain, and the captain beat him back time and time again.
Greg hated him for it.
Even at the end, when the captain clapped him on the shoulder and accepted him back into his unit, Greg glared at the sunlight and planned to request a transfer as soon as possible. When the rookie welcomed him back with a modified flashbang stuffed in his locker and Greg was able to control his impulse to tear out the kid's throat, he chalked that up to his personal self-control. Let the captain handle it. But on his first assignment, when they were in the middle of a search and rescue and he came upong a little girl, bleeding, and his wolf got hungry...
He grit his teeth and thought that he'd already had his calorie requirement for the two hour period. And then felt sick. Was this what the captain's dicktats had been fighting?
In other news, I have made myself tea. It is roobis chai and mattevanna and mmm, mmm, good!