The last week or so has been absolute hell for several people close to me, so perhaps blogging about frivolities isn’t that appropriate, but neither would revealing other people’s personal problems and their effects on me. And some are fairly significant.
So here we go with the nonsense. Continue reading
Oh, hi, happy holidays everyone. I have never failed at Holidailies is such a spectacular fashion, so let’s celebrate! Woo. Continue reading
Been feeling glum most of this week. Or stressed. Or both. I have neither parents, nor a spouse-type, nor children (nor, for that matter, many children in my life), so I am feeling awfully sorry for myself this week. I only made the announcement (on FB even) that we were, in fact, hosting an Orphanarium Open House on Christmas Day this year at about 2:30am today.
Turnout will be abysmal; even the few regulars are largely out of town this year. But I needed to do something with the day, and as I’m going to be sitting around eating and drinking anyway, I might as well invite some people too, right? Continue reading
I have missed a few Holidailies entries this week. Here is a photo of some maple cookies in lieu of a written thingo as I really should be sleeping.
(Holidailies #13. And yes, I missed a day. again.)
Yesterday was full of snow shovelling, trivia, and drunkenness (though not all at the same time). Today is full of muscle exhaustion, data entry, and recovering from drunkenness. Continue reading
I am not the best person at parties. I finally met someone I had known online for more than ten years yesterday and could handle that social situation (especially as she is bright and bubbly), but in a crowd, gah, I need something to do/something to distract me from my endless worry that I’m not 100% sure how to behave like a human. Continue reading
I really should be working on a quiz that needs to be written before Sunday’s work Christmas party, but instead my brain is doing the Shonen Knife ‘Tomato Head’ equivalent of this, which is making things difficult. Continue reading
I’m driving to work, intended to be at work for 9:30 (it is 9:10 right now), but the Golden Globe nominations are being announced so I am glued to my computer. I can’t check Twitter at stop lights, but I might be tempted to. I am hooked.
This is dumb for a number of a reasons:
1. This ‘news’ is only important in a work context, kinda.
2. It doesn’t matter if I tweet about it before I get to work or after.
3. I’m not even watching the televised nomination ceremony, but STARING AT A VERY SLOWLY UPDATING TWITTER FEED.
Nuts to this. I’m out. I’ll stop for a coffee and check the IMDb for updates while I’m in the queue.
I’ve noticed a lot of tight, acid-washed jeans (or acid-washed jeggings?) in the last few days; so many that I fear they are a THING again rather than just an ironic commentary on something hipsters think is important.
Abominable. Disgraceful. Unforgiveable. Jeans deserve better than this. HUMANITY deserves better than this. Continue reading
Having an utterly incompetent week. Forgetting even to make lists of things to do so that I don’t forget anything. My Christmas bonus is probably shrinking day by day as I display my lack of skills even further. Continue reading