The bird or the verb?
I ask because I have been conspicuously absent from livejournal as of late, specifically because I have had either too little or too much about which to grouse. And I don't mean the bird. My biggest grouse at the moment is also one of the main reasons I have neglected both this community and my own personal journal: My husband is having an affair with World of Warcraft, and is ass-deep in the Burning Crusade almost every waking minute of his free time, whihc means Computer #1 is being hogged in his neverending quest for whatever it is the kids quest for in WoW. Computer #2 was ruined last year by an early-version Vista beta test, which leaves me to my own non-internet devices.
Anyway, I have been going though spells of grousing lately--feast or famine, one might say. I'm in the middle of an internal feast, much of which is too petty to vocalize. Aside from the Wow snafu, I am currently dealing with a hyperextended knee, which is keeping me from what had been a regular workout routine (a grouse unto itself). I am mad at myself for being unorganized, mad at my apartmetn for being too small, and mad at my car stereo for not getting radio reception int he parking garage. I have a big old grouse-fest planned for my inability to decide whether or not I want to continue my side job of bead vending, and a general see-saw grouse about my job, which is mind-numbing, yet allows me plenty of free time to work on my crafts and various projects. Damn conundrums.
Hm. I can't decide whether venting about my issues has helped me relieve the stress of them or if it's just gotten me all riled up. Maybe I should have written about the bird, after all.
And P.S.: Am I the only one who thinks it's funny that no one was motivated enough to do a write-up on the word "slacker?"
Anyway, I have been going though spells of grousing lately--feast or famine, one might say. I'm in the middle of an internal feast, much of which is too petty to vocalize. Aside from the Wow snafu, I am currently dealing with a hyperextended knee, which is keeping me from what had been a regular workout routine (a grouse unto itself). I am mad at myself for being unorganized, mad at my apartmetn for being too small, and mad at my car stereo for not getting radio reception int he parking garage. I have a big old grouse-fest planned for my inability to decide whether or not I want to continue my side job of bead vending, and a general see-saw grouse about my job, which is mind-numbing, yet allows me plenty of free time to work on my crafts and various projects. Damn conundrums.
Hm. I can't decide whether venting about my issues has helped me relieve the stress of them or if it's just gotten me all riled up. Maybe I should have written about the bird, after all.
And P.S.: Am I the only one who thinks it's funny that no one was motivated enough to do a write-up on the word "slacker?"