It has been a posty day. I am replete with a human skull poster, books on viruses and epidemiology, a groundsheet, some rope, some tape, and two penis badges. I hope GCHQ are thoroughly fucking confused by their monitoring ( Read more... )

Life events ( Read more... )

Poetry

Ganymede

Things!

1. New job started today. 'Twas manageable.
2. I hand-fed a squirrel on my lunchbreak.
3. I have climbed up and down about 400 stairs, give or take ten.
4. Post deliveries lately have included a new camera, a very large photo book about weaponry, which Lindsay has abducted despite it not being for him, We Have Always ( Read more... )

Things:

1. Apologies if I become a snapmonster, my tooth/jaw/middle ear/throat are all trying to destroy me, and it turns out that a persistent background of continual pain doesn't make me a patient or happy Del.
2. Interviewing characters for NaNovel Take #1:

Please introduce yourself

Hello, I'm William, pleased to meet you.

With your full ( Read more... )

Well, I've been up for two hours and so far the only tick in the "good" column is swear_jar's notesummary for The Gentle Art Of Making Enemies which is awesome but frustrating because I WANT TO READ IT PROPERLY ( Read more... )

Oh my god ( Read more... )

I should not have to triple-drop painkillers to get any effect from them and I should get more than an hour of use from them, okay. MY FACE HURTS. I AM VERY TIRED OF MY FACE HURTING. I CAME HOME FROM WORK EARLY BECAUSE MY FACE HURTS. Tomorrow I am breaking out the goddamn dwarf bread painkillers because "paranoia, vomiting, headache, and insomnia" ( Read more... )

Do this, you lazy fuck
1. Beta Jess's fic, spit-spot, chopchop.
2. Listings.
3. Answer the OKberks.
4. Type up that damn interview
5. Throw absolutely everything on hold for the rest of the month, fuck yeah.
6. (Oh, and copy the relevant details out of the files so that you don't have to go looking for them later, moron).

Things
1. Thank you, amy_wolf, aeromachia ( Read more... )

Reminder: if ANYONE would like to see me get older, your options are 1pm at the Imperial War Museum on Saturday, 1pm at the Three Compasses on Hornsey High Road on Sunday, or come to the Canal Cafe on Sunday evening to be distracted by Ben Target and The Lovely Dec. After that we can just take it as read that I got older in your absence and ( Read more... )

Today, I had all the hairs pulled out of my legs. Waxing lady remains wince-inducingly racist. It seems like the only things I can talk about without hearing awful words are economic political things. Had another glitter-and-smells bath with a cup of tea and burning hot water and a book of Anglo-French history, then completely ruined my "I shall be ( Read more... )