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prairie_grass) wrote2006-11-10 10:47 am
prairie_grass) wrote2006-11-10 10:47 am
I am the candyman!!!
After a week, (A WEEEEEEEK) of sore-wrist RSI doom, I regained the ability to write yesterday. I have asked myself not to write 900 words in the space of 40 minutes ever again, because it wasn't worth the pain. (The pain of not writing for a week, not the actual physical pain). I swear I nearly went off my rocker somewhere around Tuesday. Meanwhile Dry My Tears Chapter 4 is now almost at 2,000 words and I'm feeling a bit more chipper about the world in general.
(There are no monkeys of cherries in this segment, I just said that to get you to click on the link).
My stress levels about work are pretty high right now. On Wednesday, after making a minor mistake, I broke down and cried in the middle of my shift. Yup, that's right, I cried. That's gotta go on the list for Most Embarrassing Moments. Luckily my boss has a pregnant wife, so he has become skilled in the art of 'Ignore over-emotional crying-person' so after taking a few minutes in the toilets to 'regain my composure', he didn't even say a word about it, (for which I was extremely grateful). Still haven't heard anything from any of the jobs I've applied to, so next week I'm gonna apply at the supermarket and the Warehouse, (which, for Americans, is kinda like Wal Mart, except without food and with furniture... really they just sell some of everything,) because they're hiring for the summer/Christmas break.
Man my family cracks me up. I just found a promotional pamphlet in the fridge. Yup, you heard me. The fridge. This is simply because the pamphlet had been left on top of the eggs, and when someone put the eggs in the fridge, they didn't bother to move the pamphlet. So now it's in the fridge. I left it there, because it seemed like a perfectly respectable place to have a pamphlet.
(pamphlet is a silly word)
I would like to say a special hello to the Invisible People. You scare and bemuse me, but you are special too, so yeah, Hi. *waves*
Random note:
I am rly rly enjoying writing the Anita Blake segments of DMT. Seriously. I love that series and I can never find enough decent fanfiction to satisfy my AB cravings, and it's just really neat to submerge myself in that world again. At the moment Edward is insisting that he should be coming to Britain, too. I'm like, "Wtf? Edward, you can't come, there's no reason for you to come."
Edward: "Sure there is, I can kill people."
Me: "What!? NO! You aren't allowed to kill anyone!!! I've already got all the (potential) deaths (or not) covered Edward, really."
Edward: "That's what you think."
Me: "AHH! PUT THAT GUN AWAY!"
Me: "You're just sulking because you don't want to be left out of the action."
Edward: "America will be no fun without Anita,"
Me: *sighs* "Oh... FINE!"
(I have no will-power)
The End
(There are no monkeys of cherries in this segment, I just said that to get you to click on the link).
My stress levels about work are pretty high right now. On Wednesday, after making a minor mistake, I broke down and cried in the middle of my shift. Yup, that's right, I cried. That's gotta go on the list for Most Embarrassing Moments. Luckily my boss has a pregnant wife, so he has become skilled in the art of 'Ignore over-emotional crying-person' so after taking a few minutes in the toilets to 'regain my composure', he didn't even say a word about it, (for which I was extremely grateful). Still haven't heard anything from any of the jobs I've applied to, so next week I'm gonna apply at the supermarket and the Warehouse, (which, for Americans, is kinda like Wal Mart, except without food and with furniture... really they just sell some of everything,) because they're hiring for the summer/Christmas break.
Man my family cracks me up. I just found a promotional pamphlet in the fridge. Yup, you heard me. The fridge. This is simply because the pamphlet had been left on top of the eggs, and when someone put the eggs in the fridge, they didn't bother to move the pamphlet. So now it's in the fridge. I left it there, because it seemed like a perfectly respectable place to have a pamphlet.
(pamphlet is a silly word)
I would like to say a special hello to the Invisible People. You scare and bemuse me, but you are special too, so yeah, Hi. *waves*
Random note:
I am rly rly enjoying writing the Anita Blake segments of DMT. Seriously. I love that series and I can never find enough decent fanfiction to satisfy my AB cravings, and it's just really neat to submerge myself in that world again. At the moment Edward is insisting that he should be coming to Britain, too. I'm like, "Wtf? Edward, you can't come, there's no reason for you to come."
Edward: "Sure there is, I can kill people."
Me: "What!? NO! You aren't allowed to kill anyone!!! I've already got all the (potential) deaths (or not) covered Edward, really."
Edward: "That's what you think."
Me: "AHH! PUT THAT GUN AWAY!"
Me: "You're just sulking because you don't want to be left out of the action."
Edward: "America will be no fun without Anita,"
Me: *sighs* "Oh... FINE!"
(I have no will-power)
The End