Wednesday, 26 April 2017

For today

Wednesday, 26 April 2017 11:01 pm
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I'm not sure what I have to say for today.

I went to New Job today. I thought I was going to have to figure out how to do new stuff there today, but instead the most new they're letting me do is that now I can assign lockers to people. Wow, I'm moving up so fast in the world. But I did get to leave a bit early, and that was good. It was nice getting out there at a fairly early time, even if it did mean that I caught every bit of 400 North traffic from North Springs, where it took 20 minutes to go five miles.

Other than that, I'm just trying to make words happen. Like I'm sitting here, staring at a cursor that continues to mock me and mock my pain, and the words are just refusing to happen. I might have to admit to defeat rather than keep on trying, because it's getting late and I have to be up at 6:30 in the morning.

So, yeah, I'm just going to go with that: admit some defeat, go to sleep, and then make myself some more soup in the morning for my work day. Plan? Yes. Good plan? Ehhh.

Either way, it's all I've got right now, with the boys refusing to be helpful, like the little bastards that they sometimes are. One Faraday is nervous because he's in the process of making peace with his brother. One Faraday is nervous because Goody got bit by zombies three days ago and may or may not turn into one. One Faraday is a confused little thief, sitting on an expensive couch going "Whaaa? I've got friends? Why didn't anyone tell me?" One Faraday just a monster and just got shot by a hedge witch. One Faraday just literally came back from the dead. One (bitty) Faraday just ran away from home (in one of the three Wicked Ones AUs). All these verses, and none of them want to talk right now. WTF, boys? Why do you have to be such little shits?

So yeah, fuck it, I'm going to bed.