Apollymi ::||:: Dark Passion Play

Another day, another dime. That's how it feels a lot of the time. I like who I work for (mostly) and with (a lot of the time, when I'm not catching flak for things referenced in previous entries), so I guess I shouldn't complain.

What's bad is, I'm considering doing a LOL cat of my own kitty, of the Roo man. He demolishes boxes, but his favorite one is one that my prezzies from daimeryan_rei came in last time. He's nearly taken one entire side off of it, so that if it's lying on the correct side, it looks like it has a ramp leading into it.

I think I would put the caption "Box broke - Send new" on it. Not really a LOLcat then, I guess, but close enough for me.

We had Wendy's restaurant on the other side of town last night. Hikari's been a sickie type, and I won't get into how. My own stomach seems to be doing gymnastics like a little Romanian in the Olympics. And no, I'm not old enough to remember Nadia Comaneci in the Olympics, but I do seem to recall watching a documentary on her.

And now it's time for work.

LiveJournal has a way of really pissing its userbase off lately. (And by lately, I mean in the last two or three years.)

I predict a great influx of people joining up here and at the alternative sites: here, Journal Fen, Dead Journal, Blurty, Commie Journal, and the others. Amusingly, of that list, I'm on all but one of those.

All the same, it's all I can do today to keep my eyes open. I woke up at 4 a.m. and couldn't go back to sleep. I eventually opened the bedroom door to kittens, and Boo and I crashed on my bed for about 20 minutes before I just gave up, got dressed, came downstairs, fed the babies, and made my own coffee. I should be working on Verdant, because I've yet to get a page in the past three days due to extreme busy-ness, but when I'm this tired it would just be gibberish. Maybe gibberish is what I need to get back in the flow of things.

...If I don't fall facefirst into my coffee. Now that I'm up, I'm exhausted.

I look down at what I'm wearing for the day, and I realize that apparently I couldn't be arsed to give a damn about anything today. It's black cargo pants, Halloween skull socks (in orange, green, black, and white), and a shirt with a yellowish base, purple and maroon butteries, and purple sleeves. I'm so fashion-talented today.

And for the record, I seriously need a new job. Private sector admin assistants make $8+ an hour more than me. Hell, admin assistants in other parts of state government make more than me. Data entry clerks working directly for the state make more than me! I could pull up any number of listings on it... but only when I'm more awake.

So... yeah. I'm either gonna curl up with some Get Backers (till Farscape is here), some Dresden, or try to work on Verdant.

Happy birthday to me!

In about 1.25 hours, I'm going to be heading on towards Georgia. I'll be in Shellman the rest of today and till after lunch tomorrow. Then I'll head on over to Cuthbert, where I'll be till at least a bit after lunch Sunday.

I have to remember to bring all my medicine. Let's see, what all I do I need to bring: Nexium, Yaz, my vitamins, the stuff for my hair, and the Tagamet. Yes, I have to take the Nexium and the Tagamet. The Nexium doesn't help nearly enough, so the Tagamet takes care of the rest of the pain.

We also need to put food down for the kitties to tide them over till Tiffany comes to feed them tonight.

Other than that, all that's left is to pack and head out towards Georgia.

And on a small random note, I got up this morning and checked my email. When I saw the light flashing for a new email in my kbell@katherinebell.net account, I nearly squee'ed my freaking heart out. I had it in my head that I had gotten my answer to my novel already, and it was cause for major squee and dancing and maybe calling up everyone I knew. But, alas, I had forgotten that I had set my katherinebell account here to use that address too. :) Not cause for squeeing, but I did get birthday wishes from IJ (and JF). This is because they rock so much harder than LJ.

And I still want to make a music video to this song, using the last three episodes of Series Three of Doctor Who: "Utopia", "The Sound of Drums", and "Last of the Time Lords". I think it would pretty much rock.

And now off in a Georgia direction. Ciao, sweeties!

Since LiveJournal seems to be in an especially fine (read: crapped out) mood today and I feel I must share this thought...

The best leap of logic in quite a while:

"Machiavellian" to "Mafia Alien"

I can't even claim credit on that one. That was allllllll Doc.