I declare this day a FAIL
I should have just stayed in bed today. Called in sick. Pretended to be projectile vomiting bile and bleeding out of several orifices. But no. First, I was half an hour late to work, thanks to my platonic wife taking the key to the gate with her, leaving me unable to move the car.
So I took the bus, got the hairy eyeball from my boss, then got what I've taken to calling "The Disappointed Dad Look" from my boss boss. (I deserved it, though. I scraped the ever-loving hell out of one of the company's vans by being a moron.)
Then there was seven hours of annoying work, which I won't offer details on. (They were boring enough to live through. My brain will explode if I attempt to rehash them.) In summary: boring, finicky, too much counting of things that all look exactly the same, and people fucking messing up my shit.
Then I walked home in the rain. This was actually the highlight of my day. (Whatever, I lived in the PNW for four years. Getting rained on ain't no thang.)
ANYWAY. ENOUGH OF THAT SHIT.
Exciting thing one: my sister is coming tomorrow. I have the day off on Wednesday so we can go the Art Institute. If there is one thing that can improve this week, it is stained glass windows by Chagall. MMMMM.
Exciting thing two: I wrote some fic! It was for some awesome art that pearljamz and platina drew. Go look at Arthur's belly and the cigarette behind Eames' ear, and tell me truthfully that you wouldn't be inspired to write fic for it. Said fic has booze and dancing and a round of Two Truths and a Lie, and a title from a Madonna song. AS YOU DO.
So I took the bus, got the hairy eyeball from my boss, then got what I've taken to calling "The Disappointed Dad Look" from my boss boss. (I deserved it, though. I scraped the ever-loving hell out of one of the company's vans by being a moron.)
Then there was seven hours of annoying work, which I won't offer details on. (They were boring enough to live through. My brain will explode if I attempt to rehash them.) In summary: boring, finicky, too much counting of things that all look exactly the same, and people fucking messing up my shit.
Then I walked home in the rain. This was actually the highlight of my day. (Whatever, I lived in the PNW for four years. Getting rained on ain't no thang.)
ANYWAY. ENOUGH OF THAT SHIT.
Exciting thing one: my sister is coming tomorrow. I have the day off on Wednesday so we can go the Art Institute. If there is one thing that can improve this week, it is stained glass windows by Chagall. MMMMM.
Exciting thing two: I wrote some fic! It was for some awesome art that pearljamz and platina drew. Go look at Arthur's belly and the cigarette behind Eames' ear, and tell me truthfully that you wouldn't be inspired to write fic for it. Said fic has booze and dancing and a round of Two Truths and a Lie, and a title from a Madonna song. AS YOU DO.