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I am having one of those gross-feeling days, where I feel mildly delirious and feverish, but appear to be in disappointingly good health. I want a sick day, dammit. There are six inches of fresh snow outside, I am cold and moody, and want a valid excuse to lay about for a day, watching television and drinking chicken broth ( Read more... )

Oh my god. I can't believe I made it through this week. I've worked the last four days, including Thanksgiving (with no holiday pay, because my company is run by the biggest corporate assholes imaginable), and consumed my own weight in food and wine yesterday. I don't believe I've gotten more than five hours of sleep a night since... last weekend? ( Read more... )

Driveby posting!

Things whut I wrote:
-Talkin' 'Bout My Generation. A short essay for, by, about, and in defense of my demographic, which certain people have taken to calling "the Millenials".

-Chai Means Tea: Defending My Foray Into Food Snobbery. In which I blather about cultural appropriation, colonialism, and shitty tea lattes. Includes a ( Read more... )

Oh my god, this week. My life exploded all over me, and I'm still picking the pieces of it out of my hair.

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Well, this is a good lesson in humility. During my lunch break on my LAST DAY at my shitty job, I get an email from my hopeful new job, saying that they've given the position to someone else ( Read more... )

1. I'm skipping work. I have cramps, and that's enough of an excuse for me. I'm going to drink a bunch of tea and write some fanfiction. WOOT.

2. I think I have a job interview tomorrow? With a bookstore? Maybe? (Fuck, I want that job.)

This has been a rough week.

( Notes on why my job is still horrible, and how 9/11 has been messing with my week. )

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 ( Read more... )

My sister used that phrase to describe her organic chemistry exam, I'm using it to describe my day. I mean, first, I got three hours and a half hours of sleep. Second, I was woken up at 7:30am by the autistic boy downstairs, who lives in the room directly below mine, pounding on the wall and screaming. Not the best start to anyone's day, and it all ( Read more... )