I don't have my liver today
Edit: I really need to stop posting this random morass.
Tag: ducks
Not the best weekend ever
For the second day running, I slept for shit. Bad dreams, too hot, too many things running in my mind. I've been in and out of bed since 5am this morning. I can't stay in bed when I'm awake cause my back starts playing up, but at the same time, I'd like to be there when the girl wakes up. She's currently snoring away – lucky girl. She doesn't know how beautiful she is just lying like that and she doesn't believe me when I tell her so.
Joy
I was supposed to have a day off to go to a rock memorabilia auction at Cheffins today. This has not happened and basically set the tone of my day.
The auction has been postponed until August 16th, so I decided to go to work rather than spend a day doing nothing in particular. That's where the badness began. I spent the day chasing gremlins in code I've been working on. Now granted, bugs are a fact of life but I wasn't in the mood to chase them down. It ended up being a quick fix – I'd zigged when I should've zagged – but it took a while to chase down and ended up giving me a headache.
That's when the email conversation from hell started, which really added just that perfect touch to a rotten day. Over a series of emails of increasing hostility, I've been told that I'm cheap, rude, obnoxious and egotistical. That's always nice to hear. I promised that that conversation is over for today, which is probably for the best because I have rather a lot of anger in me right now.
On a completely different note, I love my sweetie.
Quote of the day:
I'm really my daddy's girl.
Why?
Cause I really need to pee but I have to dry these dishes first.
Quote of the day
When asked 'what's wrong?' or 'how was your day?', I will frequently respond with a low and mournful wail of 'ducks', and occasionally a fit of angst-ridden quacking. You know it's been a bad day when I manage to make 'quack quack quack' sound like the gothiest goth poetry that ever gothed a goth. This usage of the word 'ducks' comes from the phrase 'nibbled to death by ducks', signifying a day on which nothing went really wrong, but lots of little things conspired to drive me out of my banana tree. Unnervingly, this is starting to catch on with people who aren't me, thus proving that the English language really needs a word for 'many small but irritating things have conspired to make me want to lay waste to all things, burn the houses of the infidel, and salt the earth behind me to ensure that they will not soon rise to challenge me again'
Taken from The Dictionary of Seanan McGuire
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FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
It was confirmed that Roger Waters will join Pink Floyd to perform at the Live8 concert in Hyde Part on 2n July.
Tickets available by text application only. Offer closes at midnight 12th June 2005.
FUCK!
Going to be a rough week, I think
The next few weeks are going to be rough. Katy seriously hates her job, and it's affecting her physically and emotionally. I'm trying to be as supportive as I can, but sometimes, I'm only human and I react less than stellarly to her grumpiness. I feel bad about it – I know it's not directed at me – but it's still putting some tension between us that really shouldn't be there. She has some interviews lined up, so there are promising avenues, but I'm worried about the toll that the day to day grind is going to take on her (and us) in the meantime.