When life gives you lemons, add vodka.
Oct. 21st, 2010 11:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clo_againIn a fit of crankiness and sleep deprivation, redesigned my journal again (the purple was only meant to be temporary anyway). Still can't get the stripes the right colour but I'm so used to them after staring at them for three hours that it looks terrible without them now. Plus some of the colours still aren't right but three hours of code-wrangling and Photoshopping has done nothing to improve my mood.
In fact, it's meant that I didn't get done any of the typing-up-of-various-owed-fic I fully intended to do tonight and I have my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
thegameison_sh entry still all over the place and to be finished by Sunday, only S wants me to sleep over Saturday night to catch up and I love catch-ups, I do, but I'm also surviving on a week of sleeping only five hours a night and was so looking forward to a weekend of my own bed. And then I have an insanely busy week and more work after that and parents are being parents and oh, the world just needs to chill the fuck out before I crack and start yelling at invisible people who aren't really there.
I'm fine. Really. I just need a holiday, because getting up at 5:45am every day when my job doesn't start until 8:30am (or 9am in my office) is really, really, really getting old, regardless of how much money it saves if I catch a lift instead of the train and especially when I don't have quite enough work to fill my time even if I got there at 9am. Money is money yes, but sleep is sleep and sleep deprivation is a form of torture you know. Self-inflicted and all.
Tomorrow I am planning some serious retail therapy because it's been a long week and god dammit, I'm losing sleep to earn the money so I'm going to damn well spend it. FatFace, you better have all the things I want or someone is going to get attacked with a clothes hanger.
And if one damn person (read:parents) comments on how much I spend, I will not be held responsible for my actions. Just because I'm attempting to replace my entire wardrobe with things I don't-completely-hate, it does not make me a shallow person. I can read Shakespeare and still enjoy looking pretty. And anyone else who implies otherwise to me is going to get my entire shoe collection thrown at them.
My shoe collection is now considerable. This is not an idle threat.
Just so this post isn't an entire rant of frustration at Life, the Universe and Everything, have something I overheard in work a few days ago to remind me and everyone that Life Can Always Be Worse:
Nurse 1: Awwww. Do you want to go get cleaned up?
Nurse 2: Yes, I wasn't expecting her to vomit just then.
Really. My life could be worse.
On which note, I'm going to go and sulk in front of the TV because I'm so sleep deprived now, a little more won't matter. Hopefully tomorrow I will manage a post of actual substance. Hah hah hah.
In fact, it's meant that I didn't get done any of the typing-up-of-various-owed-fic I fully intended to do tonight and I have my
thegameison_sh entry still all over the place and to be finished by Sunday, only S wants me to sleep over Saturday night to catch up and I love catch-ups, I do, but I'm also surviving on a week of sleeping only five hours a night and was so looking forward to a weekend of my own bed. And then I have an insanely busy week and more work after that and parents are being parents and oh, the world just needs to chill the fuck out before I crack and start yelling at invisible people who aren't really there.I'm fine. Really. I just need a holiday, because getting up at 5:45am every day when my job doesn't start until 8:30am (or 9am in my office) is really, really, really getting old, regardless of how much money it saves if I catch a lift instead of the train and especially when I don't have quite enough work to fill my time even if I got there at 9am. Money is money yes, but sleep is sleep and sleep deprivation is a form of torture you know. Self-inflicted and all.
Tomorrow I am planning some serious retail therapy because it's been a long week and god dammit, I'm losing sleep to earn the money so I'm going to damn well spend it. FatFace, you better have all the things I want or someone is going to get attacked with a clothes hanger.
And if one damn person (read:parents) comments on how much I spend, I will not be held responsible for my actions. Just because I'm attempting to replace my entire wardrobe with things I don't-completely-hate, it does not make me a shallow person. I can read Shakespeare and still enjoy looking pretty. And anyone else who implies otherwise to me is going to get my entire shoe collection thrown at them.
My shoe collection is now considerable. This is not an idle threat.
Just so this post isn't an entire rant of frustration at Life, the Universe and Everything, have something I overheard in work a few days ago to remind me and everyone that Life Can Always Be Worse:
Nurse 1: Awwww. Do you want to go get cleaned up?
Nurse 2: Yes, I wasn't expecting her to vomit just then.
Really. My life could be worse.
On which note, I'm going to go and sulk in front of the TV because I'm so sleep deprived now, a little more won't matter. Hopefully tomorrow I will manage a post of actual substance. Hah hah hah.
