Silverthorne

Might be a distant cousin to Why Aren't You Dead?, except in a different light.

Anyhow, yes, I'm okay. Work has been trying to kill me, depression was trying to tell me that curling up in a ball and never coming back out into the Big Scary World is a good idea, and...stuff.

I have been RPing on LJ on my favorite guy, although even that went kinda south for a bit while I convinced myself that I Was Doing It Wrong somehow, and Everyone Hated Me...that was an adventure. And my writing muse went right out the damn window and refuses to come back while I'm like this.

The good news? We got a new, extra guy to help at work these last two weeks, (although I'm still stressed enough to loathe my job at the moment, and it's making my shoulder act up again), I'm feeling better about my RP, and I'm actually starting to make headway in the "Let's Sock Back Some Money For That Apocolyptic Rainy Day" department. At least until the car finally blows up, or something. And I've started making maps and planning plot for an RP...that I actually will likely never get off the ground. >>

PS: I want a pony Winning the lottery would be nice right about now; it would make quitting my job and writing my ass off all day every day so much more feasible.

Um...anyway, yes I am alive. Thank you and *hugs* to those of you who came looking--I apologize for not responding at the time. I was honestly fucked up enough that it seemed...I dunno what it seemed like. I will however try and write you guys back this week with, you know, something resembling a real conversation (even my dad has only been getting 'I hate my life, I hate my job, god this sucks' for a few months now. :/).

Love and hugs and stuffs.

PPS: Still love you guys; just haven't been in the 'love zone' lately myself.

So, there's one thing I got to note this morning about living in an apartment complex at the edge of the metroplex. Which is, when the pwoer goes out? You know about it. Because the sudden silence of all four air conditioning units sitting outside your bedroom window is note worthy, even if you're in a dream that you really don't want to wake up from.

( I'm so lazy. Also; Female TMI ahoy )

I wonder if I should worry.

I left an open and mostly full can of Enviga on my work desk overnight.

...it's still fizzy.

In other news, the delivery that's supposed to be here every Wednesday by the time I get here at 6am, so that I have time to get all of the eight-plus pallets unloaded and up within my alloted eight hour shift (we're not allowed overtime due to budget), is not here yet.

...And won't be until ten or eleven--a full four hours later, and right in the middle of UPS, FedEx, DHL, and a humongous (and higly expensive and refrigerated) lab order from Fisher.

...Yeah. :(

Beautiful black Ford Focus on the highway in front of me. Nice and tricked out, all shiny and new.

It has a bumper sticker.

'Save gas. Ride a motorcyle.'

...It's little shit like this that tells me the universe has a sense of humor.

So.

( Blah blah blah, Life, blah blah blah, getting shit together, blah blah blah... )

I need to do my Tuesday chores...and don't wanna.

Should vaccum the floor because our new roomie keeps dumping his ashtray.

Should be posting actual posts for both Derek and Baby!Derek and still feeling the Blahs...finding that having new roomie home during what used to be my alone quiet time is completely distracting.

Bah...need to stop whining and get things done.

ETA

...

Now roomie decides to take a nap.

No vacumming for me... :/

It's Wednesday--which is Pallets From Hell day.

I feel exhausted already.

And my stomach and intestines are threatening mutiny and/or dissolving into messy death at any moment.

...I need a nap time for work today.

Preferably a six hour one.

Ah well. Box time.