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So bored I feel like crying
So...I'm in the market for a new desk chair. For those of you who don't know, I'd been using a 75cm exercise ball to sit on. I got it at the fat chick exercise emporium (okay, that's not its actual name) less than a year ago. I was just sitting on it, typetty typing, when it popped like a fucking balloon. I landed on my tailbone, and then hit my head. I am generally unhurt--as evidenced by the fact that I went to sleep and then later woke up. Coccyx is a bit on the sore side, but otherwise fine. Pissed though, as the ball had a weight limit that was more than 200lbs greater than what I actually weigh. Sad times...
But H is buying me a new desk chair as soon as we find a good one.
Day job is mind numbing. Slooooooooooooow, as we haven't hit the busy season rush yet. One of my good work friends gave her 2 weeks. I'm happy for her that she's leaving, but sad that she's leaving because she's tired of being dicked around. They are actually dicking her around way worse than me.
Going to see the new Planet of the Apes thingy this week. Reviews have been excellent. And I dig Franco and Felton, so I'm stoked about that.
Tons to do this weekend. Hitting my head sort of queered my productivity for the day. Have to edit, mix, and post a new podcast ep, edit prose and pics to post a new interview for ZZN. Have an AC article due and want to work on that short story I keep putting off. Hope to have all that done by the time I hear back from my Beta Readers. I have 6 of them, and so far, one has already given me some great feedback.
Ugh. Just had to talk to a customer that I have special permission to not talk to. He's super sick and has to talk about it constantly. Today he told me about the violins he's fixing up for his nieces because he won't live long enough to see them play. For fuck's sake, I am confronted by enough mortality in real life--I don't need it at the day job too.
And finally The Reef was much, much better than I thought it would be. Scary, good performances, and a few shark shots I would really like to know how they got.
But H is buying me a new desk chair as soon as we find a good one.
Day job is mind numbing. Slooooooooooooow, as we haven't hit the busy season rush yet. One of my good work friends gave her 2 weeks. I'm happy for her that she's leaving, but sad that she's leaving because she's tired of being dicked around. They are actually dicking her around way worse than me.
Going to see the new Planet of the Apes thingy this week. Reviews have been excellent. And I dig Franco and Felton, so I'm stoked about that.
Tons to do this weekend. Hitting my head sort of queered my productivity for the day. Have to edit, mix, and post a new podcast ep, edit prose and pics to post a new interview for ZZN. Have an AC article due and want to work on that short story I keep putting off. Hope to have all that done by the time I hear back from my Beta Readers. I have 6 of them, and so far, one has already given me some great feedback.
Ugh. Just had to talk to a customer that I have special permission to not talk to. He's super sick and has to talk about it constantly. Today he told me about the violins he's fixing up for his nieces because he won't live long enough to see them play. For fuck's sake, I am confronted by enough mortality in real life--I don't need it at the day job too.
And finally The Reef was much, much better than I thought it would be. Scary, good performances, and a few shark shots I would really like to know how they got.