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dragonlady7The following is a post of simple general disgruntlement and annoyance. Feel free to skip over it. I don't think I say anything of much redeeming merit.
You know, I'm usually pretty patient, but I'm annoyed at lj today. So a server went down on WEDNESDAY. Fix it already. All I want is to read my friends' list, update, and there's one userpicture I want to update a keyword for so I can use it. And it won't let me.
Very annoying. I am one of those I paid so I'm entitled assholes, I guess. Geez, I can't even post my self-centered rants about my petty problems now-- come ON, lj! What else am I supposed to do with myself? Fix my life? Forget it, that's not why I got an account here!
I am just annoyed today. I am rapidly approaching the end of the story (yay) and am also deciding that a plot idea I rejected 45,000 words ago was probably the better way to go. It would make an entirely different novel. Totally. But it'd be interesting. More interesting than the pap I'm shoveling now. (Surely it's not that bad, she pleads, but her inner editor, quashed lo these many days, is intractable: you are writing shit, honey, and that's just it.)
I was talking to Dave just now, about something probably unimportant, and he, in his usual raptly attentive way, said "Uh, you can keep talking, but I'm going to go poop now." And he left to go poop (whatever else you say, he's an honest fellow). And I realized that yes, I had been nattering on about ridiculous drivel, and taking a shit would be infinitely more productive.
He's back now, and is headbanging to the music currently playing. Je dig le crazy hot harpsichord, no?
Also, i seem to be moderately ill, with one of those I cannot mention it because it is icky feminine ailments, to which I am not prone and thus not inured. This is annoying as I have no options with which to fight it off save water and well, cranberry juice and yogurt, as a doctor's care is beyond my means. It is mild at worst, and so it is perfectly reasonable for me to eschew medical opinion, but it bothers me that I've gone a year now without having the option to see a doctor with the notable and appreciated exception of Planned Parenthood who have been my sole contact with medical professionals and to whom I will give tons of money when I'm rich because there's nothing quite like the reassurance of having a woman in a white coat poke you with a stethoscope and pronounce you normal (I mean, with emphasis on the girl-bitz, that's fine, but I like to think they'd've noticed if I was dying of something else in the meantime, and they've been happy enough to give advice about non-reproduction-related ailments troubling me. Also, they've informed me I have no blood-borne diseases, which makes me happy because you never freaking know).) And I could afford it.
Anyhow. Back to the rest of your day...
You know, I'm usually pretty patient, but I'm annoyed at lj today. So a server went down on WEDNESDAY. Fix it already. All I want is to read my friends' list, update, and there's one userpicture I want to update a keyword for so I can use it. And it won't let me.
Very annoying. I am one of those I paid so I'm entitled assholes, I guess. Geez, I can't even post my self-centered rants about my petty problems now-- come ON, lj! What else am I supposed to do with myself? Fix my life? Forget it, that's not why I got an account here!
I am just annoyed today. I am rapidly approaching the end of the story (yay) and am also deciding that a plot idea I rejected 45,000 words ago was probably the better way to go. It would make an entirely different novel. Totally. But it'd be interesting. More interesting than the pap I'm shoveling now. (Surely it's not that bad, she pleads, but her inner editor, quashed lo these many days, is intractable: you are writing shit, honey, and that's just it.)
I was talking to Dave just now, about something probably unimportant, and he, in his usual raptly attentive way, said "Uh, you can keep talking, but I'm going to go poop now." And he left to go poop (whatever else you say, he's an honest fellow). And I realized that yes, I had been nattering on about ridiculous drivel, and taking a shit would be infinitely more productive.
He's back now, and is headbanging to the music currently playing. Je dig le crazy hot harpsichord, no?
Also, i seem to be moderately ill, with one of those I cannot mention it because it is icky feminine ailments, to which I am not prone and thus not inured. This is annoying as I have no options with which to fight it off save water and well, cranberry juice and yogurt, as a doctor's care is beyond my means. It is mild at worst, and so it is perfectly reasonable for me to eschew medical opinion, but it bothers me that I've gone a year now without having the option to see a doctor with the notable and appreciated exception of Planned Parenthood who have been my sole contact with medical professionals and to whom I will give tons of money when I'm rich because there's nothing quite like the reassurance of having a woman in a white coat poke you with a stethoscope and pronounce you normal (I mean, with emphasis on the girl-bitz, that's fine, but I like to think they'd've noticed if I was dying of something else in the meantime, and they've been happy enough to give advice about non-reproduction-related ailments troubling me. Also, they've informed me I have no blood-borne diseases, which makes me happy because you never freaking know).) And I could afford it.
Anyhow. Back to the rest of your day...
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Date: 2004-11-19 07:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-19 08:18 pm (UTC)So I suppose it wasn't that it was a feminine ailment in particular, but it's one I haven't heard of many men getting.
this is from kat
Date: 2004-11-20 02:31 am (UTC)Re: this is from kat
Date: 2004-11-20 02:52 am (UTC)I was just feeling whiny.