Ow My Head

May. 27th, 2012 10:44 pm
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Oh, look, someone just booked a room for InConJunction and now has to go. Experts speculate that this tack will work for Ikasucon as well.

In unrelated news (related in the broader sense of "going to events"), I went to the Rendezvous at Vincennes today. I had gone in 2010 and wanted to go last year, but other and more important events prevented me, so it was nice to go this year.

Pictures of Eighteenth Century Big Battel (my favorite part of the event) coming tomorrow, but right now I have a recurring pounding headache and think I may have inhaled Pollen From Across The Wabash in Vincennes (which is on the Wabash River, which constitutes the Illinois state line), because when I went to work after the Rendezvous (yes, I almost always do volunteer for overtime), I was sneezy and sniffly and hadn't been earlier.

Night!
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[livejournal.com profile] zyphryus, my great love! I have no idea if you will see this but I figure it is worth a shot. (Also I know this is short notice, so I understand if not doable.) The Indianapolis Opera is playing Faust the weekend after next (4-6 May), which I should like to see. I should also like to see you if the planets align! (And anybody else on the flist in Indy too, of course.)

I am still doinking with timing; the 4 May performance is at 8 p.m. local and I know there is NO way I will get up there by the time it begins unless I take off work, which theoretically I could do and in practice I am not doing because opera just isn't really a compelling reason to take off work. There is no 5 May performance (because that would have been easy and solved my scheduling problem, so, you know, not happening). The 6 May performance is at 2 p.m. local, which is copacetic for me in that I wouldn't have to drive in Indy in the dark, and in that I would probably still be back in Spavinsville at a reasonable hour. (On the other hand, once I returned to Spavinsville after 3 hours of opera and 4 hours of automotive transport, my activities for the day would be limited to "check e-mail, go to bed", so this would require me to have laundry and things arranged well in advance.)

ANYWAY! I seem to have decided that I shall do this thing (somehow), so pl0x advise? :D
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I spent ~23 hours at work this weekend, by which I mean I did 8 hours on Saturday, 9 on Sunday, and 6 today. But! My quota for the weekend is made, and I am done. At least until tomorrow.

Cosi Fan Tutte tix go on sale to the general public tomorrow. Why yes, I will be going to the opera this year. I haven't gone in years mainly due to lack of money, and dude that is changing. I'd like to take lolmom to see Carmen in Louisville, but the dates are problematic, viz.:
23 September is the day I'm having my wisdom teeth out, and I definitely won't be up to much of anything.
25 September is doable, but just; we're probably going to have to leave right after lolmom gets back from Religious Ed. (For those of you just joining us, lolmom teaches the confirmation class at her church.) I don't know how long mandatory overtime is going to continue, so I might need to have a day free, or else a lot of wangling.
30 September is doable for me, but it means not bringing lolmom because she has to work, and now I don't feel like I can do that

Randomly: I admit that this is my fault for using such a vague search term, but while punching "samurai" into Amazon will bring up some hugely entertaining stuff, it also brings up a lot of crap. Including some lolarious romance novels, which I may need to purchase for future snarking...
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I seriously need to be in bed on account of I am taking lolmom to Louisville for the Jane Austen Festival tomorrow, yes yes we are litfags. DUN JUDG.

Also, I have goddamn samurai in my brain, so here, help me out with a very srs poll that should be taken very srsly.

[Poll #1760229]

And that's it, going to bed. :D
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+ I guess it still hasn't really hit me that my grandmother is dead, because last night lolmom and I were talking about gravy (she made the best gravy you ever had, seriously, no mean feat for someone who hated to cook), and lolmom was saying that she had no idea what my grandmother did because there were no measurements involved. I thought, Next time she calls, I'll ask her, and--oh. wait. She was alive not that long ago; I just talked to her on Mother's Day. It's strange to know that that was the last time, ever.

+ I need to get my act in gear and decide if I'm going to InConJunction, because if I don't buy my pass soon the rates will go up. Also I need to book a hotel room.

+ Dentist's appointment on Thursday. Do not want. Do not want anything to rot out even more, so I guess I'd better go. I am not looking forward to the eternal tussle over my wisdom teeth, though I rather suspect one of them (the broken one) will need to come out.

Some things that kind of need to get done today )

SO TIRED

Feb. 22nd, 2011 09:03 pm
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After a series of mishaps, I somehow managed to get dinner made and eat about an hour ago. This seems to have sapped most of my energy and now all I want to do is go lie down, which is not on because it's not bedtime yet and I still have to pen Oliver up for the night. The mishaps aren't all that big, just not fortuitously timed, although the car is exhibiting some worrisome behavior. (I just want to keep it together long enough to get it to the dealer on Saturday. That's all I ask.)

Lolmom and I went to see the MEGAHeart on Saturday, which was pretty neat though it was smaller than I thought it would be. There is a paltry selection of pictures (my batteries went dead when I was trying to take pictures of the outside of the heart, and of course I didn't have fresh ones with me), which will come at a later date when I am not so fucking tired. It's my own damn fault, I was up too late last night.

Brb penning up the cat and lying down ryt nau.
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FUCK YOU UPS
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU DIE IN A FIRE
WHERE IS MY FUCKING PACKAGE YOU LYING BASTARDS SAID YOU DELIVERED
I WANT MY GODDAMN PACKAGE NOW NOT WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE IT
I AM NOT GOING TO EAT $132
IS THIS ANOTHER DELIVERY ERROR
THIS HAD BETTER NOT BE ANOTHER DELIVERY ERROR
FUCK YOU EVEN THE FUCKING POST OFFICE CAN GET MY FUCKING ADDRESS RIGHT
I WILL GRIND YOUR LAZY, STUPID DELIVERYMAN'S FACE INTO THE PLACE IN THE BACKYARD WHERE THE FERAL CATS LIKE TO SHIT
I BET HE WILL REMEMBER WHICH HOUSE IS CORRECT THEN
WHEN THE REVOLUTION COMES YOU WILL NOT BE SPARED

(TL;DR: I ordered some stuff online. The seller only uses UPS. UPS says they delivered a package to our back door yesterday. There is no package there, at the front door, or at the porch door we never use. Lolmom did not find a package when she left for work, and according to UPS' delivery confirmation, it should have been there by the time she left. I was at work when the package was delivered. It wasn't something that needed to be signed for. It's possible that it was stolen, but unlikely; we don't exactly live in a high-crime neighborhood, and the contents of the package aren't something that normal people would want to steal. I think it was delivered to another address in error, which wouldn't be the first time this has happened in our neighborhood, speaking as someone who was once given a package meant for THREE STREETS OVER. I hate to drag the seller into this, because it's not their fault at all, but UPS won't advise the receiver of claim status, so I pretty much have to ask the seller to plz file a claim. GOD FUCKING DAMN IT I AM SO MAD SOME OF MY OUTFIT FOR EVILLECON WAS IN THERE I JUST WANT MY FUCKING STUFF.)

But! On the plus side, lolmom and I went to the Edgewater Grille on Sunday and I STILL have some delicious grilled veggie pizza left over. (I fell off the wagon pretty hard today, though. Nothing for it but to get back on.) Also: the MEGAHeart is coming to Evansville this Saturday and I am way more excited than I should be about walking through a GIANT INFLATABLE HEART (assuming I can get there early and walk through the heart before lunch, since I have another obligation at 11:30). It kind of reminds me of being 6 or 7 when we lived in Chicago and my father would take us to the Museum of Science and Industry all the time; there was a giant heart that you could walk through, though it wasn't inflatable. (The new Giant Heart is pretty cool, but I'm kind of saddened that the old one isn't there anymore.)

I must, alas, stop my wacky Facebook hijinks with [livejournal.com profile] pixelation and get some sleep. PERHAPS I CAN GET THE UPS ISSUES SORTED TOMORROW.

[Edit: Holy crap, my incoherent RAEG caused me to break my font tags. I win the Golden Derp Award!]
xifeng: (OMG YAY)
Good things:
+ The snow melted.
+ There was cold pizza for dinner.
+ The computer is fixed and now I am going to be on the Int0rbuttz for the rest of my goddamn LIFE, though it has turned against some of the peripherals and I can't plug the speakers in.
+ My teeth are feeling better and I didn't have to take any Tylenol today. I also didn't stop at Lic's, which is as well because while their smoothies are delicious, that is nothing I need to be living on. Also: I can chew the shrimp and spinach in our delicious soup.
+ Work is work and there's stuff to do :D
+ It's almost the weekend. :DDDD
+ I actually went ahead and registered for Evillecon.

Not-so-good things:
+ The downstairs shower breathed its last on Tuesday.
+ My teeth started acting up a few minutes ago, necessitating Tylenol.
+ I am up past my bedtime.

Things are pretty good right now. :D
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+ Still no working computer at home. God DAMN it. I have asked the lolmom to call several times (I would do it myself, but that's when I'm at work), but she falls asleep and I feel bad about bugging her.

+ I now have a phone at work, which means I may be getting calls. This is all very exciting.

+ Have more or less decided to go to EvilleCon, but think I'll pay at the door as I don't think the site is trustworthy as far as security issues go. (Actually the site looks a total hatchet job, but hey, a local con. w00t.)

+ Apparently, I have rogue wisdom teeth on my left side. I am pretty sure that this is not tooth decay, which I think would be gradual pain that got worse over time. Usually I've had more trouble on my left side. This is being-perfectly-fine until BAM my wisdom teeth decided to bother me on Friday night, and I could not sleep thanks to the pain so I had to go out and buy Tylenol. (And yes, for me, it does have to be acetaminophen. I don't even know why they're allowed to market ibuprofen as a pain reliever. It doesn't do dick even at prescription levels. I might as well leave my teeth alone and suffer loudly and bitchily.) I am okay right now (the last time I had any was 10:30 last night before I went to bed), but if this doesn't abate in a week I guess I'm going to the dentist. I hope to God this isn't a case of teeth-impacted-in-bone, because that is the last thing I want to dick with.

+ Watched The Wind and the Lion with lolmom last night; also, made muffins with coconut milk and dried cranberries. Another nutritionally complete meal turned out by yours truly!
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+ I had lost 16 pounds by the beginning of August. Despite making the worst possible food choices and never exercising, I have managed to not gain any of it back. I'm trying to see if regular exercising and at least taking my meds will help me drop a couple more. (Okay, so I have a ways to go before we're going to see a significant difference, but hey.)

+ Lolmom and I went out to El Maguey for her birthday yesterday. X-chan had said she might come up, but was tired from the long drive between Arizona and Tennessee, where she's beginning her new job, so didn't. X-chan did, however, come today; I had to leave to be at work by 3, so I missed lolmom's second birthday dinner (they went to Los Bravos). I did get to hang out with her for about an hour, hour and a half, during which time the conversation took the following tangents:
I Want My Dinosaur Book Back You Bastard
Kenny Rogers (and men who look like Kenny Rogers; fuckin' thank you, X-chan, now I have "The Gambler" stuck in my head)
Hey, X, Remember That Time You Asked Me To Help You Get Silly Putty Off The Hotel Ceiling?

+ Amazing things accomplished today (or not): Didn't oversleep, took my meds, exercised, paid my therapy bill, e-mailed resumés and wrote cover letters for printing tomorrow, worked on That Shitty Writing Project I Hate, did laundry, and hacked through the thicket of hair on my legs. (Some of you may be wondering why you are unfamiliar with this shitty writing project. I won't let anybody see it. It's that bad, seriously.) Also, replenished our butter and sugar coffers, as lolmom's birthday cake, a pumpkin pound cake, pretty much knocked out what we had. Also also, lolmom and I tried and failed to replace the lightbulbs in the basement (the long, tube-shaped incandescent kind), and have come to the conclusion that we may have to start buying only one brand since they seem to be the kind that work.

+ I have been really AIM-avoidant lately and not for any good reason. This only affects like two people, but srry gaiz anyway.

+ I only have to work tomorrow and then I am going to Bl♥♥mingt♥n on Tuesday when I am off next. :DDDDD
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+ Where is all this snot coming from? I was fine and then I began sneezing at work (in conjunction with Stomach Issues, so I was trying desperately to keep my bodily wastes in my body whilst sneezing), and now I'm clogged up. I realize the seasons are changing but seriously what the hell, I don't have time for this sneezy-ass bullshit. And I have a 7-hour shift in about 12 and a half hours. I am tempted to look into those pots that let you flush out your sinuses or whatever but the last thing I want to do is stick something up my nose.

+ I am about halfway through The Price of Spring by Daniel Abraham, the final installment in the Long Price Quartet, and I am in love. Seriously, the entire series is damn fine and you need to go out and read that (I AM LOOKING AT YOU IN PARTICULAR [livejournal.com profile] galhea). I would be happy if I could produce something half as good.

+ I really, really, really hate the piece I'm working on. This is par for the course for me, and usually things pick up, but the whole thing just rings entirely false and it's not at all something I want to be working on. (I am working on it anyway in the hope that I will a.) warm to my theme and b.) get a quick buck and a publication credit out of it.) Seriously: one of the heroines acts entirely out of character for most of the 20+ pages I have so far. The villain's motives are unclear. I have a completely unintentional romance B-plot on my hands. The plot is a clusterfuck. (On the plus side, the other heroine has turned out to be pretty fun to write, which is nice since I initially had no idea what to do with her and was afraid she'd turn into an unlikable simp in my hands, given that I am poorly adapted to writing women who are not badasses and/or not like men. Given that nineteenth-century rural Ireland was not a place where badasses had a lot of opportunity to flourish, I'm pretty much stuck with her as she now is.) I have to make myself work on this shit, y'all.

+ I really just want to write samurai. Samurai pr0n seems to do well enough at Torquere and similar fine publishing houses, thus proving that I am not the only person who is a sucker for it. Also, judging by some of the excerpts I have read, I have the singular advantage of actually knowing something about samurai. [livejournal.com profile] duokinneas, will you be my beta?

+ I also want to go back to writing badass women. I'm just not good at the regular kind. Unfortunately if I exercise my particular hobbyhorse too much, everything starts to read the same.

+ Unrelated to the above, this is what makes my hometown the best. :D I found the link via the Consumerist, which referred to him as the Taco Avenger.

+ I'm so glad it's cool enough to enjoy tea comfortably. ♥

+ 7 more days until Chautauqua Weekend. I offered to bring the lolmom along, but pointed out that I mean to leave pretty early (so it would probably be something like "oh hi you're home change your clothes and get in the car we're leaving"); she was game at first but then was informed that she has to work that Saturday, and she has to be at work before I do that day. I'm still going, but it's always more fun when you've got company.

+ I started on this thing almost 2 hours ago and there is still snot despite DayQuil and tea. I CERTAINLY HOPE THIS IS NOT INDICATIVE OF HOW MUCH FUN I AM GOING TO HAVE AT WORK TONIGHT~
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I will go to Chautauqua Weekend this year. If I get up early, I can be in Madison by a reasonable hour that morning, have all day to wander around, and leave in the late afternoon/early evening in order to make my 7:30-to-midnight shift that Saturday. It's not ideal (what I'd really like to do, and will do one of these years when work and money allow, is book a room in Scottsburg and just drive the 15-20 miles or so to Madison on both days), but it's better than not getting to go at all (especially since the last time I went was in 2007), and it's definitely better than sitting on my ass in Evansville and moping. LOL-MART SHALL NOT CONQUER.

Also, I have almost put away the entire cost of getting my transmission flushed, which is not that much money but when you make as little as I do it is about a third of a paycheck. That said, I would way rather pay $160 now when I have it than pay a few thousand to fix the transmission later. PRIORITIES~

I am trying to feel better, but it's hard.
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The weather outside has taken a turn for the better--it's less oppressively hot during the daytime, and it's nice and cool at night--but due to barometric pressure and fronts and other things I have little interest in so don't fully understand, this is doing a number on my allergies and my sinuses are full of snot and throbbing pain. On my goddamn day off no less.

Unfortunately, I have to be back at work at 6 in the morning tomorrow, so I don't even have the consolation of sleeping late. Angst!

Also: I really, really want to go to Chautauqua Weekend, because I haven't been in like 3 years and this is not okay. Who's with me, once my sinuses have been adequately drained? :D
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1.) So we went to the Spirit of Vincennes Rendezvous on Saturday. The lolmom, who slept for four hours after getting home at ass o'clock in the morning and then picked up our produce from the CSA, felt too tired to drive, so I volunteered. To be honest, it was fun, but we probably would have enjoyed it more if we'd been able to get up for both days instead of just one. Nonetheless, we did meander the grounds, lament the fact that we spent our only readily available cash on bottled water (thus rendering me unable to purchase a wooden sword; no sooner did I set eyes on them than I needed one), and eyeball the demonstrations (the period medical and surgical equipment was fascinating, but I've always kind of had a morbid hard-on for things like the Golden Age of Smallpox; if nothing else, it makes you appreciate your own time more). The lolmom liked the working oxen demonstration, because hey, oxen. :D My favorite part was EIGHTEENTH-CENTURY BIG BATTEL, because I also have kind of a morbid hard-on for the days when warfare was a gentlemen's sport.

After all this, we toured the historic sites (from the days when Vincennes was the capital of Indiana Territory, which at that time was enormous and comprised a whole hell of a lot more than the modern state of Indiana; my favorite was the printer's shop) and went through the first floor of the Grouseland mansion (the second floor, alas, was off-limits to the public, though I'm told it will reopen later). All in all, more fun than sitting on my ass in front of the Int0rbuttz. :D

2.) My eggplant has blossoms. Also, it turns out that the blight attacking my zucchini was not a pest, as I thought, but rather mildew; to remedy this, I have moved it into a brighter spot on the patio. (The only part of our yard that gets direct sun is behind the garage, and nobody ever goes behind the garage; if we're going to take care of plants, we have to see them.) Oh, and we got more kale and more lettuce and so on from the CSA, so we had this for dinner last night. I was trepidated, because I had had sautéed kale before and did not like it very well, but balsamic vinegar covers a multitude of sins and this was quite good. (I chose it of all the kale recipes I had bookmarked because it looked interesting, was quick and easy to make, and all the ingredients were either stuff we always have on hand or could get easily.) Anyway, if you have a bunch of kale and no fucking idea what to do with it, I recommend salad with strawberries and boiled eggs.

3.) OMG YOU GUYS MY DRESS IS HERE. I'm going to have to fiddle with the straps and figure out how best to keep the boobs in their special place, but on the whole, I am delighted. With any luck, my shirts will be here later this week.

12 more days until my weekend trip.
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Here are some other things that happened while I had no Int0rbuttz:

All beings shall know the bounty of my produce, and also some stuff about samurai! )
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1.) Happy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] daturabelle!

2.) For someone who was going to crash immediately upon arrival at home (after a 6-2 shift), I have done a pretty respectable job of staying up late. [livejournal.com profile] galhea and [livejournal.com profile] imperfectkatoru are good for that kind of thing, though.

3.) I have decided to save Duel at Ichijoji Temple for when I'm a.) not RPing and b.) less tired and can appreciate Toshiro Mifune its rich tapestry of themes and leitmotifs and oh shit are those SAMURAI??? better.

4.) T minus about 36 hours or so (leaving for weekend trip). Wheeeee!

5.) Note to [livejournal.com profile] duokinneas: NO PART 3 UNTIL YOU COMMENT ON PART 2. Or I'll eat all the waffles myself and not let you have any. (j/k you know I can't refuse you waffles, or anything for that matter ♥)
xifeng: (Force 'n hoes)
I have given some serious thought to changing my name to Sanjuro and becoming a wandering samurai. It can't possibly pay less than Lol-Mart. On the other hand, I'm not Japanese and would also rather quickly betray the fact that I don't know how to use my swords. It is always something. I guess I could be an Internet badass, but everybody's a tough guy on the Internets.

Good things:
+ I didn't work a full shift today. I also won't work a full shift tomorrow, but I will get out of work when it's still light out.
+ I'm off Monday.
+ The lolmom brought me a danish from the Donut Bank.
+ Delicious peach kefir, I has it.
+ I should have Sanjuro for Monday. When I'm off. YESSSSSS.
+ I am wearing rainbow-striped socks, which are awesome.
+ For Liberty and for Glory, fully 50% of my Amazon order, came today. (Apparently it takes them a little longer to get the assorted volumes of Samurai Deeper Kyo so I have to wait. Ain't no thing.)
+ 15 days until my weekend trip. :DDDDD
+ The lolmom is back to working nights! They've had her working split shifts for about the past month or so and this completely sucked ass.
+ Hyacinths and croci are up in the yard. :DDDDDD
+ I have plenty to read, omg.
+ Also, I have old-school hip-hop on repeat, which is proof that I am probably going to Hell but like I really care at this point. It has a good beat and is easy to "dance" to.

[EDIT: [livejournal.com profile] samanosukesgirl, and anybody else who's interested of course, you may wish to check out [livejournal.com profile] phony_boyfriend. Takeshi has appeared before, but I'm sure nobody would mind seeing him again.]
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I want it to be Friday, because then I am going to be off and I plan to do absolutely NOTHING that isn't watching Throne of Blood and stuffing my face with chocolate chip cookie dough, because unlike SOME OTHER MEN, Toshiro Mifune cannot leave or hurt me.

Speaking of: Yo, Netflix, get on it. You should have gotten my last DVD already. Now send me Throne of Blood and send it damn quick, or I shall be cross. There is going to be some SRS FUCKING BSNS all up in southern Indiana if I do not get my sekrit boyfriend fix.
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1.) I made a lemon pound cake last night. It is totally radical, dude, though not radical like teenaged ninja.

2.) Got a message today from the doctor's office. Turns out they got the lipids-and-hormones bloodwork back before they got the insulin bloodwork back. They want me to come back in 3 months to have follow-up bloodwork done and see how I'm responding to the metformin, which has never happened before, but other than that, nothing to worry about.

3.) I can't tell whether my abdominal discomfort is impending Crimson Tide or whether it's from doing sit-ups yesterday. Yeah, I'm trying to get back on the wagon because I'm as heavy as I ever want to be, thanks. I'm sure the lemon cake isn't helping there, but dammit, I wanted some delicious lemon cake.

4.) I only have to work 4 hours tomorrow and then I'm off for two days and I think I might go to Salem on Friday, because a.) close proximity to the Waffle House (I am craving breakfast for some reason) and b.) I haven't been to Salem in a couple of years (has it really been that long?) and would like to poke around in the records and also visit their awesome used bookstore, which magically contains whatever I feel like reading (trufax).

5.) Yeah. I think that's it.
xifeng: (Livia Drusilla is disgruntled)
THE DRYER. IS. BROKEN.

After I finished ranting last night, I went to go watch me some Trigun, after which I threw my wet laundry into the dryer. I pushed the button, distinctly heard it start tumbling, and went upstairs to crash. Assuming, like a fool, that it would actually dry my clothes, I went downstairs before work to get some clean underwear.

The underwear was slightly damp; I was surprised, since I hadn't done a particularly large load, but not really upset. Imagine, then, my equanimity quickly fading into BLINDING RAGE when I reached further into the dryer and touched THREE PAIRS OF SOPPING WET JEANS. I don't mean "slightly damp", which again, I can live with. I mean "wtf I thought I fucking dried these" wet.

I checked to make sure I hadn't put the dryer on the wrong setting, and to make sure I'd shut the door all the way (we have a front-load dryer); all was as it should be. Figuring I'd fucked up, and that I would let my clothes tumble while I was at work, I pressed the start button, expecting to hear the familiar sound of clothes happily tumbling their way to aridity.

Nothing. Just a click and a faint buzzing noise. I frantically pushed it again and again, displaying that peculiarly human fuckwittery which thinks perhaps the dryer just doesn't understand. Still nothing.

Pestering teh m0mmy at work provided me with the helpful information that the dryer had probably been living on borrowed time (we got it at the beginning of our stint in Maryland, which was in 1991), followed by angst over the repair vs. replace quandary. I said that Best Buy had raised my credit limit, so she could pick out a new dryer, which brought on OMG ONOS ANGST D: and suchlike. Mom exhibits difficulty grasping the concept of X-chan's and my being grown and able to afford (fairly) expensive shit.

Also, I am really pissed with Wal-Mart for classing sunscreen as a "seasonal" item and thus taking it off the shelves. It may well be for most people, but I am not most people. None of my ancestors came from climes where the natives are renowned for their robustly tanned skin. I would no more leave the house without SPF 35, which is the minimum I feel safe wearing, than I would without my pants. Perhaps in the winter I would blow it off a little, but summer isn't over yet. Rawr. LEE SMASH!

Other than that, today really didn't suck. I went to the Peach after work, and I'm going foraging for more YA Poo tomorrow to celebrate Hump Day, and I've finally arranged to have someone who has any idea what the hell s/he's doing do something about my dreadful toenails, and then I get to wrangle Callice into the kitty taxi later this week so that HER dreadful toenails can be taken care of. (She's started to click when she walks on the hardwood or tiles, which is how I can tell; I tried doing it at home with Mom to help hold her down, but she struggles and cries and I don't want her to see me coming and think OH NOES!. Though she probably thinks, "Here comes Mommy to tell me to stop doing whatever I'm doing and clap loudly at me if I keep at it.")

Promise will get to e-mail and comments and entries and such, but am presently going to go crash. ♥

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