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Gallimaufry of life-things
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belgatherial and her son yesterday, which is all I'm going to say about it right now in light of the attendant wistfulness and blah that comes with thinking about it too nearly. We miss her.
I don't know if anyone officially declared Saturday to be a Day of Lethargy, but that's how it's turned out by and large. I made tacos for dinner,figmentj made bacon for breakfast and brownies for every waking moment in between, and time for me has been divided between computer-slogging and rehearsing for the Pi-Con gig that's holy smoking buttercarp less than two weeks away?! Gadzooks, man, strap on the Winchester and let's ride, already!
Outside of the aforementioned, I received a call this week from the methadone clinic I interviewed with, saying I didn't get the job. Blarghnarff. It's back to pavement-pounding for me this week, this time with 85% more actual pavement. I also mailed four crosswords to Will Shortz, to replace the five he recently graciously declined. Also, I'm finishing up with my massage school application process, so a cross of the fingers in that regard would not be looked upon poorly.
I dunno. There's a lot of meh in my head today, and I don't much care for it or much know why. I did get a decent night's sleep last night, but there are other factors at play in the world. Mrff. I'll reboot the hard drive of my poet's soul and see how she's running in the morning.
belgatherial and her son yesterday, which is all I'm going to say about it right now in light of the attendant wistfulness and blah that comes with thinking about it too nearly. We miss her.I don't know if anyone officially declared Saturday to be a Day of Lethargy, but that's how it's turned out by and large. I made tacos for dinner,
figmentj made bacon for breakfast and brownies for every waking moment in between, and time for me has been divided between computer-slogging and rehearsing for the Pi-Con gig that's holy smoking buttercarp less than two weeks away?! Gadzooks, man, strap on the Winchester and let's ride, already!Outside of the aforementioned, I received a call this week from the methadone clinic I interviewed with, saying I didn't get the job. Blarghnarff. It's back to pavement-pounding for me this week, this time with 85% more actual pavement. I also mailed four crosswords to Will Shortz, to replace the five he recently graciously declined. Also, I'm finishing up with my massage school application process, so a cross of the fingers in that regard would not be looked upon poorly.
I dunno. There's a lot of meh in my head today, and I don't much care for it or much know why. I did get a decent night's sleep last night, but there are other factors at play in the world. Mrff. I'll reboot the hard drive of my poet's soul and see how she's running in the morning.
