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...Dang.
Anytime there's more than a month gap for me between posting, it means there's Stuff going on. When I'm lucky, it's all good stuff. When the days end in 'y', it's a mix of good and bad stuff. When I'm letting the sleep deprivation win again, all I remember is the bad stuff.
Which isn't to say that the Christmas visits weren't fun and loot-filled, because they were, although I have a bone to pick with Amazon and their wish-lists. Now that we have the families accustomed to using them, it would be helpful for items to be marked as bought when they're bought, so I don't have to deal with shipping back a Wii Fit Plus bundle. First world problems, I know. Also, every family visit appears to last the apparent duration of a movie montage on fast forward. We might have been there two days, but in retrospect it seemed to have lasted two minutes.
Today was a very good day for me to not have psychic powers. When the Emperor not only got on my last nerve, but gleefully stomped on it like he was squishing a bug, I would have been hard-pressed to not completely rewrite his mental map into Obedient Child from Willful, "Only Hears You When You're Screaming" Child. He should count himself lucky that the worst he got was Yelling Mom.
Then the traffic on the way into work was backed up and slooooow with no apparent reason for the first couple of miles, with the eventual reveal of the pothole filling crew that couldn't wait until after peak driving times to be unleashed on the world. Dark Phoenix Me would have left a trail of smoking, crumpled wrecks smashed into the side of the road behind me while I sailed gaily on without impediment.
Now I'm in a Jellicle mood, where my head is full of reorganization plans for home that will evaporate when I actually have the opportunity to implement them later tonight.
Hi! How are you?
Anytime there's more than a month gap for me between posting, it means there's Stuff going on. When I'm lucky, it's all good stuff. When the days end in 'y', it's a mix of good and bad stuff. When I'm letting the sleep deprivation win again, all I remember is the bad stuff.
Which isn't to say that the Christmas visits weren't fun and loot-filled, because they were, although I have a bone to pick with Amazon and their wish-lists. Now that we have the families accustomed to using them, it would be helpful for items to be marked as bought when they're bought, so I don't have to deal with shipping back a Wii Fit Plus bundle. First world problems, I know. Also, every family visit appears to last the apparent duration of a movie montage on fast forward. We might have been there two days, but in retrospect it seemed to have lasted two minutes.
Today was a very good day for me to not have psychic powers. When the Emperor not only got on my last nerve, but gleefully stomped on it like he was squishing a bug, I would have been hard-pressed to not completely rewrite his mental map into Obedient Child from Willful, "Only Hears You When You're Screaming" Child. He should count himself lucky that the worst he got was Yelling Mom.
Then the traffic on the way into work was backed up and slooooow with no apparent reason for the first couple of miles, with the eventual reveal of the pothole filling crew that couldn't wait until after peak driving times to be unleashed on the world. Dark Phoenix Me would have left a trail of smoking, crumpled wrecks smashed into the side of the road behind me while I sailed gaily on without impediment.
Now I'm in a Jellicle mood, where my head is full of reorganization plans for home that will evaporate when I actually have the opportunity to implement them later tonight.
Hi! How are you?
