Where the hell did the weekend go?
Man, everyone went all fanfic meta right when I was between the complete unspooling of my brain and the 54 hours that The Boy was on the ground this time before turning around and flying right back to Atlanta. (Ah, Hartsfield International Airport, my old enemy, you will fuck me over even when I'm not the one flying, won't you? Very well, I concede this round--well played, you bastard. And yes, I did get woken up at 3am this morning to have The Boy tell me goodbye and Happy Valentine's Day in a very sad voice. Not that I ever even supported the 'holiday' anyway, but... fuck.) ::sniff:: I'm hopelessly behind, but I applaud the meta. Go meta!
I realized there are some steps I need to take to make it through the combination fucked-upedness at home and mega-super-hyper-fucked-upedness at work:
1. Get more sleep.
2. Drink more alcohol.
It's good to have goals, innit? *eg* I've decided that now is the time for me to make my serious survey of all the blue alcoholic beverages offered by Kappy's World of Liquors, Wines and Spirits (the ginormous liquor store that our building is right behind). Why just the blue ones? I'm endlessly fascinated by blue drinks, the brighter and more unnaturally colored the better. I don't know why. At some point I just have to stop asking these questions.
But we're not starting tonight, because I am too full of Indian food. Starting tomorrow, though, watch this space. I've got bright blue drinks in my fridge and I'm not afraid to drink them. And give y'all the reports, because I'm all about disseminating vital intel.
Got something like a quarter of my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
remixredux fic written at work today. Go me! Also managed to talk myself out of doing something completely idiotic.
Me: I could write a completely not-sentimental Valentine's fic...
Smarter me: Um, why? And why the fuck would anyone read that?
Me: Well...
SM: You're being reactionary to shit that hasn't even happened yet, aren't you?
Me: Um...
SM: Asshat. Just write it with the happy bits in. You want to do that anyway.
Me: Yeah, I guess I do.
SM: Fuckwit.
Me: Bite me.
SM: You're just pissed that I'm right.
Me: Shut up.
And now I'm off to respond to LJ stuff that accumulated while my brain was severely broken.
Yeah, I suck. ::sighs::
I realized there are some steps I need to take to make it through the combination fucked-upedness at home and mega-super-hyper-fucked-upedness at work:
1. Get more sleep.
2. Drink more alcohol.
It's good to have goals, innit? *eg* I've decided that now is the time for me to make my serious survey of all the blue alcoholic beverages offered by Kappy's World of Liquors, Wines and Spirits (the ginormous liquor store that our building is right behind). Why just the blue ones? I'm endlessly fascinated by blue drinks, the brighter and more unnaturally colored the better. I don't know why. At some point I just have to stop asking these questions.
But we're not starting tonight, because I am too full of Indian food. Starting tomorrow, though, watch this space. I've got bright blue drinks in my fridge and I'm not afraid to drink them. And give y'all the reports, because I'm all about disseminating vital intel.
Got something like a quarter of my
remixredux fic written Me: I could write a completely not-sentimental Valentine's fic...
Smarter me: Um, why? And why the fuck would anyone read that?
Me: Well...
SM: You're being reactionary to shit that hasn't even happened yet, aren't you?
Me: Um...
SM: Asshat. Just write it with the happy bits in. You want to do that anyway.
Me: Yeah, I guess I do.
SM: Fuckwit.
Me: Bite me.
SM: You're just pissed that I'm right.
Me: Shut up.
And now I'm off to respond to LJ stuff that accumulated while my brain was severely broken.
Yeah, I suck. ::sighs::