time has no meaning
Mar. 14th, 2019 07:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I am tired and have lost all sense of time meaning anything. What day is it? What week, what month, what year? None of it makes sense.
I've slept badly two nights in a row, so just as I was thinking I was adjusting well to the time change, I proved myself completely wrong. My body paradoxically wants to stay up much later than normal, and lie in bed later, the opposite direction from the time change. it's very annoying.
I got a bunch of mammoths stuff written, including a sex scene that wasn't supposed to be a sex scene, so that was entertaining. Also i wrote almost all of it at work, which i normally never do, so that was nerve-wracking-- but like, i was getting work done ok, i just-- I kept tabbing back over and adding more, and-- well, it's really, ah, distracting to page back and forth between those areas of one's mind. Listen when I wrote porn it's not necessarily stuff I'm into, but even if it's not I still have to think about it and usually the characters in it are super into it and it's difficult not to feel sort of swept up by that perspective, yknow? But. anyway.
That's done, and it's progress, and I'll take it.
I dropped my car off to get inspected today. I stopped going to the dealership because they were dicks to me-- telling me I needed tires, when I opted not to replace them they let it go but then the next time i went back they were like "your tires are fine" when I'd been braced to replace them that time, and like... why would they... have told me... months beforehand... anyway it was all transparently them trying to get me to spend tons of money and I was annoyed. Also not the first time I'd felt like that. Every fucking time I went in for so much as an oil change there was always a several hundred dollars worth of something that Must Be Done.
ANYHOW. Now I go to the place right at the end of the block and that's fine, except they randomly try to send me marketing texts? like?? why?? who the fuck are you?? IDK. I don't like that, but I let it slide.
So the guy calls me today, and is like "your car passes inspection but the tires baaaaarely pass, you should replace them," which is what I expected, but listen. Here's the thing. It's an AWD car. If you replace one tire you gotta do all four. Fair, but that means if you get a flat they can't fix, you need to buy four new tires. Fuck that! So I'm really stingy about replacing my tires. Also it's spring. You need good tires in winter and I've just survived a shitty winter on those tires.
And they pass inspection.
So I said, "The tires pass?"
"Yeah," he said, "they're at 5/32" and you can go as low as 3/32" so you see how like, that's pretty low" and I was like "That is pretty low, but they pass, so I'll pick up new ones a little later."
"OK cool I'll just write up an estimate for the tires, then, and finish out the rest of this, okay?"
"Sure," I said, and we hung up.
And it wasn't until I was walking home and saw my car parked there that I realized, Hey, he never called me back with the total. Usually they call, I give them my card over the phone, they leave my keys in my car, I get my car back on my way home. No big! They close at 5, see, and if I walk home I get there around 15-20 after. Today it was 25 after. Place was dark. There's my car sitting there.
So I don't have my car. I have some errands to run tonight, and then tomorrow morning we're leaving bright and early to drive to the farm for the weekend. And I don't have my car!
I'm pretty annoyed. But I'm glad to be going to the farm, the MD contingent is coming up and it'll be nice to see them.
I don't want to run my errands tonight. Z is still sick, and banjo lessons were cancelled because the teacher's entire family is sick. I am very tired, and I've had to do almost all the cooking this week, and taking out the garbage, and the laundry, and the dishes; Z has just been a miserable lump, and now is a miserable lump with no voice, and I'm just tired. But if I don't run these errands we won't have the stuff I want to bring with us when we go. So.
Bah.
I've slept badly two nights in a row, so just as I was thinking I was adjusting well to the time change, I proved myself completely wrong. My body paradoxically wants to stay up much later than normal, and lie in bed later, the opposite direction from the time change. it's very annoying.
I got a bunch of mammoths stuff written, including a sex scene that wasn't supposed to be a sex scene, so that was entertaining. Also i wrote almost all of it at work, which i normally never do, so that was nerve-wracking-- but like, i was getting work done ok, i just-- I kept tabbing back over and adding more, and-- well, it's really, ah, distracting to page back and forth between those areas of one's mind. Listen when I wrote porn it's not necessarily stuff I'm into, but even if it's not I still have to think about it and usually the characters in it are super into it and it's difficult not to feel sort of swept up by that perspective, yknow? But. anyway.
That's done, and it's progress, and I'll take it.
I dropped my car off to get inspected today. I stopped going to the dealership because they were dicks to me-- telling me I needed tires, when I opted not to replace them they let it go but then the next time i went back they were like "your tires are fine" when I'd been braced to replace them that time, and like... why would they... have told me... months beforehand... anyway it was all transparently them trying to get me to spend tons of money and I was annoyed. Also not the first time I'd felt like that. Every fucking time I went in for so much as an oil change there was always a several hundred dollars worth of something that Must Be Done.
ANYHOW. Now I go to the place right at the end of the block and that's fine, except they randomly try to send me marketing texts? like?? why?? who the fuck are you?? IDK. I don't like that, but I let it slide.
So the guy calls me today, and is like "your car passes inspection but the tires baaaaarely pass, you should replace them," which is what I expected, but listen. Here's the thing. It's an AWD car. If you replace one tire you gotta do all four. Fair, but that means if you get a flat they can't fix, you need to buy four new tires. Fuck that! So I'm really stingy about replacing my tires. Also it's spring. You need good tires in winter and I've just survived a shitty winter on those tires.
And they pass inspection.
So I said, "The tires pass?"
"Yeah," he said, "they're at 5/32" and you can go as low as 3/32" so you see how like, that's pretty low" and I was like "That is pretty low, but they pass, so I'll pick up new ones a little later."
"OK cool I'll just write up an estimate for the tires, then, and finish out the rest of this, okay?"
"Sure," I said, and we hung up.
And it wasn't until I was walking home and saw my car parked there that I realized, Hey, he never called me back with the total. Usually they call, I give them my card over the phone, they leave my keys in my car, I get my car back on my way home. No big! They close at 5, see, and if I walk home I get there around 15-20 after. Today it was 25 after. Place was dark. There's my car sitting there.
So I don't have my car. I have some errands to run tonight, and then tomorrow morning we're leaving bright and early to drive to the farm for the weekend. And I don't have my car!
I'm pretty annoyed. But I'm glad to be going to the farm, the MD contingent is coming up and it'll be nice to see them.
I don't want to run my errands tonight. Z is still sick, and banjo lessons were cancelled because the teacher's entire family is sick. I am very tired, and I've had to do almost all the cooking this week, and taking out the garbage, and the laundry, and the dishes; Z has just been a miserable lump, and now is a miserable lump with no voice, and I'm just tired. But if I don't run these errands we won't have the stuff I want to bring with us when we go. So.
Bah.
