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Just think, angry misery can be *beneficial*. Running on just around two hours sleep, I got up this morning on the side of the bed I like to call Hell, and that's because I slept on the floor.
Because, on a cool night in an air conditioned house? I somehow, miraculously, got overheated. Again. Three hours of twisting, turning, everything, and I *don't* get insomnia like this. At least, I didn't used to. So me and my over the counter drug thing are doing just great, and double dosing at lunch didn't just make me jittery, I hit *mania*.
In that way that should be depressing, it was kind of cool. It figures the only way I can be even relatively happy is when overworked (as Many People called in sick), with a pounding headache, and pretty damn high. I had a blast this afternoon. My control-freak instincts kicked in beautifully, as there was no one to tell me what to do. Honestly, I'd be more ashamed of myself if I was just less *tired*. But not sleepy, apparently. Which, again, if I was less tired? Would *also* freak me out.
Of course, in the middle of this, I had that short-tempered flash of sheer, blinding rage about a rather innocuous email, and God, someone should put me *out* of my misery when I get freaked about email. *sighs*
I'm so in need of cotton candy right now.
Comfort Fic - been recced, been multirecced, but my journal, my wallowing in self-pity. I comfort myself with what works.
I Know What You Wished For by Lane Carson, QaF - because it just makes me happy, happy, happy. This one and Between Love and Hate, the sequel. I *wallow*. At this point, I *deserve* to wallow, since I don't see any cotton candy.
Better by shallott, SV -- still one of my favorite fics of all time. Just subtle and beautiful and so perfectly post-Jitters.
In the Absence by Jane St. Clair X-Force, I think - see, the thing is? Never read the comic book, could probably not pick them out of a line-up, but the entire story is just so perfect it makes me melt. Every. Damn. Time.
Bail by Arabella O'Reilly, QaF -- I just love this one. And the sequels.
I think I should go forth to chat and make someone miserable. Any volunteers? *hopeful*
Because, on a cool night in an air conditioned house? I somehow, miraculously, got overheated. Again. Three hours of twisting, turning, everything, and I *don't* get insomnia like this. At least, I didn't used to. So me and my over the counter drug thing are doing just great, and double dosing at lunch didn't just make me jittery, I hit *mania*.
In that way that should be depressing, it was kind of cool. It figures the only way I can be even relatively happy is when overworked (as Many People called in sick), with a pounding headache, and pretty damn high. I had a blast this afternoon. My control-freak instincts kicked in beautifully, as there was no one to tell me what to do. Honestly, I'd be more ashamed of myself if I was just less *tired*. But not sleepy, apparently. Which, again, if I was less tired? Would *also* freak me out.
Of course, in the middle of this, I had that short-tempered flash of sheer, blinding rage about a rather innocuous email, and God, someone should put me *out* of my misery when I get freaked about email. *sighs*
I'm so in need of cotton candy right now.
Comfort Fic - been recced, been multirecced, but my journal, my wallowing in self-pity. I comfort myself with what works.
I Know What You Wished For by Lane Carson, QaF - because it just makes me happy, happy, happy. This one and Between Love and Hate, the sequel. I *wallow*. At this point, I *deserve* to wallow, since I don't see any cotton candy.
Better by shallott, SV -- still one of my favorite fics of all time. Just subtle and beautiful and so perfectly post-Jitters.
In the Absence by Jane St. Clair X-Force, I think - see, the thing is? Never read the comic book, could probably not pick them out of a line-up, but the entire story is just so perfect it makes me melt. Every. Damn. Time.
Bail by Arabella O'Reilly, QaF -- I just love this one. And the sequels.
I think I should go forth to chat and make someone miserable. Any volunteers? *hopeful*
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*yawns*
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*offers huge, almost sickingly *huge* amounts of cotton candy*
And mmmmm Shalott fic.
*uses new cute!seal and Lex with kooky!hair icon in the hopes of eliciting a smile*
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Of course, in the middle of this, I had that short-tempered flash of sheer, blinding rage about a rather innocuous email, and God, someone should put me *out* of my misery when I get freaked about email. *sighs*
Okay, how bizarre has my life gotten that I read this and said, "Wow -- cool!"
:::laughs insanely:::
Yup, I'm recovering from a cold. I've got a ***500*** page document to put the finishing touches on today and FedEx to the freaking Taiwanese government. I'm in the middle of getting The Mom signed up for Medicaid to pay for her care facility. The neighbor who asked me to "fix up" a proposal that he's sending to a potential customer has now declared that the logo I used on the cover page (which logo I had to *dig*up* on the internet and then dink around with it in Photoshop to make it even marginally printable) is inadequate. And the people in Australia who are taking registrations for a HL convention to be held next year in freaking Los Angeles are telling me that my credit card -- which I know for a fact is working just fine because not only have I been making purchases with it all along, I've even made *international* purchases with it within the past month! -- keeps being refused, and they're oh-so-politely telling me that they'll hold my spot while I "straighten it out," and all I want to do is tell them to bite me.
*sigh*
If you find some cotton candy, let me know, 'kay?
:::schleps off to read the shallott story:::
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