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Sep. 23rd, 2010 03:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_t_220The 10"x16" area of desk I reclaimed when I got the new monitor I have mostly now lost to a collection of dirty coffee cups.
I fail at washing up. Even more than Bunny does.
Staying over at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hobbit_chan's tomorrow and then helping out on their stall at the anime convention they're working on Saturday. I shall be good and not spend anything. Mostly because I don't give a monkey's about anime, I'm really just going along to help babysit the stall when everyone else wants to shop.
(Plus picnic lunch!)
JR bimbled through earlier being all useful and bringing the local paper up to me cause there was an actually semi-decent retail job being advertised in it this week. Fired off my application post-haste for that one; it's flogging domestic appliances, I've DONE THAT, I was actually quite good at it. Maybe I'll even hear back for once. That would make a nice change.
I'm battling the urge to say 'fuck it' and drain another lump out of what's left of my emergency savings and just buy the bunch of crap I keep wanting. This is a bad idea. I really don't need more stuff, or lunches out, or platypus t-shirts. OK, I probably do need the haircut but even that's not an absolutely vital expense.
The wanting and the means do not match.
Why do I not have a sexy rich husband or a lottery win to solve this issue? This is a big oversight from the universe and just as soon as I find out which celestial body is responsible I will be making my objections known in the firmest possible language. I'll be writing a very stiffly-worded letter, you can be sure.
Gonna' give the re-written end of that fic one more scour through, paste it in over the old bit, fix one of the duplicated lines I mentioned yesterday that's still lingering in an earlier section and theeeeeeen... well maybe then I'll get round to posting the damn thing. It probably wants re-betaing too actually but given how many times I've waded over it now it's probably as de-typo'd as it's going to get.
I am insanely hungry again. All I've wanted to do lately is eat. Like *raaaargh* pounce like a raptor savaging a packet of sausages. A healthy strawberry and oat snacky cereal bar is nice, but it's just not quite the same thing.
I fail at washing up. Even more than Bunny does.
Staying over at
hobbit_chan's tomorrow and then helping out on their stall at the anime convention they're working on Saturday. I shall be good and not spend anything. Mostly because I don't give a monkey's about anime, I'm really just going along to help babysit the stall when everyone else wants to shop. (Plus picnic lunch!)
JR bimbled through earlier being all useful and bringing the local paper up to me cause there was an actually semi-decent retail job being advertised in it this week. Fired off my application post-haste for that one; it's flogging domestic appliances, I've DONE THAT, I was actually quite good at it. Maybe I'll even hear back for once. That would make a nice change.
I'm battling the urge to say 'fuck it' and drain another lump out of what's left of my emergency savings and just buy the bunch of crap I keep wanting. This is a bad idea. I really don't need more stuff, or lunches out, or platypus t-shirts. OK, I probably do need the haircut but even that's not an absolutely vital expense.
The wanting and the means do not match.
Why do I not have a sexy rich husband or a lottery win to solve this issue? This is a big oversight from the universe and just as soon as I find out which celestial body is responsible I will be making my objections known in the firmest possible language. I'll be writing a very stiffly-worded letter, you can be sure.
Gonna' give the re-written end of that fic one more scour through, paste it in over the old bit, fix one of the duplicated lines I mentioned yesterday that's still lingering in an earlier section and theeeeeeen... well maybe then I'll get round to posting the damn thing. It probably wants re-betaing too actually but given how many times I've waded over it now it's probably as de-typo'd as it's going to get.
I am insanely hungry again. All I've wanted to do lately is eat. Like *raaaargh* pounce like a raptor savaging a packet of sausages. A healthy strawberry and oat snacky cereal bar is nice, but it's just not quite the same thing.
