Oh hey, Insomnia.
How’s business?
I have some expletives and rude gestures for you.
*AHEM*
ANYWAY.
a.) Emerson Mouse and I are sitting here, done with our lukewarm tea, staring at 6AM on the clock and not feeling the least bit tired. We went to bed at our regular time and never fell asleep. Two-plus hours later, we got up and here we sit.
Yes, the “we” in this scenario is me and a stuffed animal.
Does this surprise you?
It shouldn’t.
b.) We’re getting a new dishwasher installed on Saturday and the kitchen is currently a disaster. Not because the dishwasher doesn’t work. (It does. Sort of.) Just because we are lazy and terrible at doing things. The machine has many flaws and defects and it’s been a problem child since we moved in. The rinse agent compartment leaks both into the basin and on the outside of the door. (I’m pretty sure that’s a safety hazard.) The “short wash” cycle smells like something is burning. (Again. Safety hazard.) Anything plastic comes out with a white film on it and tasting like soap. And anything on the top rack tends to come out with mystery crud on it that wasn’t there before it went into the machine. (Even after vent cleaning and vinegar/baking soda.) The dishwasher needs replacement and our “big ticket budget” is currently funded for such matters.
c.) We also bought an air compressor and are ordering an automotive battery charger because Joel the Obstinate and Cursed Jetta (TM) is currently sitting dead in the garage (AGAIN) with two questionably low tires.
God. Dammit. Joel.
d.) I’m due for my annual physical and out of refills on important pills. And since my regular doctor of seven years left last summer, I still need to decide which [closer to home] clinic I’m going to switch to and which doctor I want to try seeing.
e.) Adulthood is overrated.
f.) In writer’s block news…still blocked. Though my brain is currently turning on an existing project and a possible character overhaul that may or may not be a bad idea. I’ll have to actually try it out and see how it goes. It can’t be any more of a train wreck than every other project I’ve spilled onto a page.
g.) Haphazard lists are much easier than coherent paragraphs.
h.) This wavy hair business was not there before I had it cut. Where the hell did it come from? It’s weirding me out.
Also I really need to work on my white balance because my hair is not that red. Not even close.
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