Ahh, yeah

Sep. 14th, 2011 07:14 pm
anonymousblueberry: (Freya is broken)
I'm having a brain day I guess. Or possibly a month. Not sure really. Spent most of the day hiding in my room away from the internet, phone turned off.
The house stuff is making me miserable, other people's attitudes to the house stuff are making me miserable, what with them telling me how I should be dealing with it and dad about it. Other people's attitudes full stop are making me miserable.
I don't want hugs, I don't want sympathy, I don't want people trying to understand me. Mostly I really just want to be left alone at the moment.

I'm currently trying to work out how the fuck some soldiers being sent fishing is more worthy of full on interviews on the news that protests over massive job cuts at a university. It's nice they're getting a break from shooting the shit out of people that they have no business being at war with, but I'm fairly sure that 80 people losing their jobs because the university has decided to outsource a fuckload of stuff is a bit more pressing and relevant to people watching that news show.

I mostly just want to be back at work. I'm bored, I'm broke, and I really need an excuse to not be social.
anonymousblueberry: John Sheppard leaning over with an arrow pointing to his arse captioned "female gaze" (Subject to the female gaze)
I have student infected plague. I am NOT impressed, as it was impressed upon said student that coming in if she was that ill was a bad idea, and she'd be better off resting and getting better quicker. But no. She was adamant that she was coming in (when half the bloody course is out with colds and flu) and now I'm sick as a fucking dog, which means I risk passing it on to another of my students who is even more succeptible than me.
And unlike her, who has no financial responsibilities, I have to show up to work, or I don't get paid. And I have bills, and rent, and am trying to save for a car.

So yeah, now I can't breathe through one nostril, the other is running a marathon, my throat is gunked up and I'm losing my voice. I'm going to be awesome today.

Well, if I punch the creative writing lecturer, at least I can blame it on the medication.

Right now, I just want to curl up with my book under my blankie and not leave the house (although I'm out of milk, so that is out of my control).
I was even pleased with myself for managing to get out of bed to put the glass recycling out, and then as soon as I'd done that, I felt like I'd run a marathon and had to sit down. Not on body, not fucking on.

Anyway, back to (non-paid) work for an hour or so, before I trudge in to the uni.

I accept

Sep. 9th, 2010 04:41 pm
anonymousblueberry: Icon of the Carrier on a blue backgorund (Default)
that right now, I should be grating cheese to put on top of my tuna pasta bake, so I can eat in time for my driving lesson. However, I am knackered. So I will do it in a minute. I just slept for most of the afternoon, which is a very not me kind of thing to do, as I don't like day time naps. I sat down after lunch to read, read a hundred pages or so and then zonked out. Next thing I know it's nearly 4 and next doors kids are shouting outside the window.

D&D waffling )

While we were waiting around for the rest of the gaming group to show up last night, it was bought to my attention that I'm going to have three wannabe Knights of the Cross (a la Dresden Files) knocking around when I run Unknown Armies. Maybe. Telling them that it wouldn't bloody fit was met with mock sulking and a refusal of ice cream.

And this morning I witnessed yet another act of bitchdom that makes me remember why I will always try to be nice to the people behind the counter at the coffee shop, even when it's early and I haven't had any tea yet. The whole till system was down, so one of the girls was having write down everything that was bought, and how much it cost by hand, and the woman in front of me was getting really shitty that they wouldn't give her her usual discount because they had no till to register it. The urge to slap her over priviliged ass was strong. It really wasn't their fault, and if she was that desperate for her 30p discount then she could have gone to the Pumpkin store rather than Costa, since they had working tills and shit.

Right, cheese grating. And eating. And then driving lesson (oh joy).

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