Spinning on that dizzy edge

Many apologies for the twee subject line. This post has been accumulating itself in my brain for what seems like weeks now, and nothing else would do for it.

I really fucking hate paperwork, fine print, phone calls, and all attendant annoying minutiae thereof. The resolution of the red tape of the past few weeks has included:

( Kindergarten, Taxes, Mortgage, and FSA - I'd rather have lions, tigers, and bears )

We hates paperwork! NYARGH.

At least the hives cleared up a couple of weeks later as mysteriously as they arrived. Man, those were annoying. I still have no idea what caused them.

I must share with you my new crush, which comes with a to-make-a-long-story-short-as-I-can explanation. With last week's episode of Glee, I was wondering why Idina Menzel didn't sing, given her background. That, however, got swept aside when I found out that Lea Michele and Jonathan Groff, the other guest star, had appeared in Spring Awakening together, which led me to that show's website, which led me to The Bitch of Living, which has taken up residence in my head. It's such a fist-pumping anthem of male teenage energy and sexual frustration, and I love the choreography as well. Plus, the first singer's intensity and snarling delivery reminds me of Jason Dohring's portrayal of Logan Echolls, which sent me skimming back through my favorite Veronica Mars fic. I love the Internet. (Ooo - and Jonathan Groff at the end is totally channeling a Matthew Bomer-esque look and feel. Ah, pretty singing boys...)

Um...yeah. Adolescent sexual frustration and a visceral loathing of paperwork is pretty much is where my head is right now. Thanks, brain!

It's a good thing that Thanksgiving was relatively early this year -- it makes it feel like something of a reprieve to have a good month until Christmas.

Posting while cranky seems to be a recurring theme of mine. I am laboring under a haystack's worth of needles, each of them petty, stupid, and small, but wearisome as a bundle.

My main beef right now is that I really need to feel appreciated by other people for what I do for them, and I'm currently getting a jackload of squat on that front. I gave up on getting anything redeeming out of work a long time ago; the fact that the users for a recent successful project want to take me and the other two team members out for drinks on Friday is a novelty. Of course, this is tempered by the fact that I can't stay very long, as we have friends coming to visit that I am eagerly awaiting.

The home front is equally uninspiring. The Emperor, being 3, is forgivably obtuse; I'll take "Mommy! Mommy!" smiles and running hugs as shorthand thanks. The husband, however, is on thin ice. I am beyond tired of His Fragile Flowerness (TM of a cherished friend) approach to being sick; the literal moaning and groaning would be high camp if it weren't getting on my last damned nerve. (I've been saddled with a drippy respiratory bug for the past two weeks, and I have yet to hear a "How are you feeling?") Plus, there's Family Drama, of the "Again. Some More" variety. It would be so nice to get a "Thanks for putting up with my bugfuck crazy family" from him; that's not to say that my side isn't its own kind of bugfuck, but at least theirs is for the most part amusingly eccentric and not outright psychotic.

Add to that job hunt stress (either my cell phone ate a message, or the place that I would be perfect for has neglected to call me back for an interview), financial stress (bellybutton lint isn't a good present, is it?), houseful of crap stress (we're verging on needing a "Clean House" intervention), and other random slings and arrows, and I'm longingly looking for my Calgon bottle.

Here endeth the grumble.