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dragonlady7Z's getting ready for work. This is the first time he's been to work since last goddamned Tuesday. Also, it is already fifty degrees outside, so he is planning to scoot to work. He just stood in the doorway of my bedroom and said "Behold!" brandishing a styrofoam box I brought home from work. "The grilled sandwich will be my lunch!"
"Good," I said hoarsely, and proceeded to ignore him. I am not feeling well today. Work yesterday was nothing like so bad as I'd thought it would be, but I am still sore in most of my muscles and joints. My shoulders, hips, and knees are particularly offensive, but my back is bothering me as well. I managed to get away with doing pretty much nothing to enrage my eczema yesterday, but the blisters are still healing. I really want to call in today, but I will not, because Senior Cocktail Waitress is on vacation and they simply haven't scheduled anyone in her place-- so a) they're already short somebody, and b) I think that means I get to work for her, which c) means cutting out somewhat early and also means making reasonable money.
Sigh.
So I'll be dutifully reliable and go in to work. But the fact that I just started that time of the month is not helping me feel dutiful and reliable. My general feeling is rather more on the homocidal side for the moment.
The Christmas cards I ordered finally arrived, so I should get started on those. I think bringing them to work to work on would be a bad idea, though. There's kind of always food around at work. (Durr.)
Z is whining that he doesn't want to go to work, and I sympathetically gave him a minor back massage, but was unable to really feel sorry for him that he has to go after a whole fucking week off. Poor baby. Guh. I know he did work from home some of that time, but at the moment, my back is killing me, my ankles hate me, my shoulders absolutely loathe me, and my feet are contemplating committing some sort of violent act against me to keep me from standing on them anymore, and nobody's giving me massages. I think my sympathy reserves are low.
I did do a small teensy bit of writing last night. But I'm stuck around 36,000 on the NaNo novel, so I wrote about 1200 on the fanfiction I was doing at the end of October, and that felt kind of nice. I might actually put that stuff up on HASA, which I know Anglachel's been making nifty improvements to lately, and see what happens-- but I don't know that I really have the focus to be involved enough in the community over there at this point to get many commenters. Still and all, maybe I'll try it. *pokes at 'public posting' concept*
"Good," I said hoarsely, and proceeded to ignore him. I am not feeling well today. Work yesterday was nothing like so bad as I'd thought it would be, but I am still sore in most of my muscles and joints. My shoulders, hips, and knees are particularly offensive, but my back is bothering me as well. I managed to get away with doing pretty much nothing to enrage my eczema yesterday, but the blisters are still healing. I really want to call in today, but I will not, because Senior Cocktail Waitress is on vacation and they simply haven't scheduled anyone in her place-- so a) they're already short somebody, and b) I think that means I get to work for her, which c) means cutting out somewhat early and also means making reasonable money.
Sigh.
So I'll be dutifully reliable and go in to work. But the fact that I just started that time of the month is not helping me feel dutiful and reliable. My general feeling is rather more on the homocidal side for the moment.
The Christmas cards I ordered finally arrived, so I should get started on those. I think bringing them to work to work on would be a bad idea, though. There's kind of always food around at work. (Durr.)
Z is whining that he doesn't want to go to work, and I sympathetically gave him a minor back massage, but was unable to really feel sorry for him that he has to go after a whole fucking week off. Poor baby. Guh. I know he did work from home some of that time, but at the moment, my back is killing me, my ankles hate me, my shoulders absolutely loathe me, and my feet are contemplating committing some sort of violent act against me to keep me from standing on them anymore, and nobody's giving me massages. I think my sympathy reserves are low.
I did do a small teensy bit of writing last night. But I'm stuck around 36,000 on the NaNo novel, so I wrote about 1200 on the fanfiction I was doing at the end of October, and that felt kind of nice. I might actually put that stuff up on HASA, which I know Anglachel's been making nifty improvements to lately, and see what happens-- but I don't know that I really have the focus to be involved enough in the community over there at this point to get many commenters. Still and all, maybe I'll try it. *pokes at 'public posting' concept*
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Date: 2005-11-29 12:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-29 01:56 am (UTC)(I apologize: I've had the sort of day that absolutely requires that at least two phrases per sentence be italicized.)
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Date: 2005-11-29 05:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-29 06:08 pm (UTC)Except that the house needs to be cleaned, the dishes done and put away, the laundry done and put away, the living room reorganized, the fishtank cleaned, the grocery shopping done, and some more Christmas shopping done, because Z had five consecutive fucking days off from work and did none of these things.