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deathpixie) wrote2003-10-24 09:43 pm
deathpixie) wrote2003-10-24 09:43 pm
Gods of water
There are few things so relaxing as a hot bath with bubbles. And a glass of... milk. *grins* Fooled you, didn't I? You thought I was going to say something alcoholic. No, I'm not that foolhardy - besides, I have stuff I need to get done, and wiping myself out isn't go to do that. But I did need to improve my mood, which was rapidly sliding into something ugly and self-indulgent, so a bath, my milk, and Queen Kat, Carmen and St Jude Get A Life (which is almost as long as some of [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]'s titles!) have done much to allay that.
Went through the clutter that is my inbox at the moment, got rid of a lot of old job notifications that are no doubt out of date, and answered a couple from the online RPG I've been persuaded to join. I probably should check out the board as well - I've been a bit slack - but since the GM is currently killing off brain cells in Poland, I think I'm probably clear for a while.
There's currently a battle being waged between my stubborn sense of pride and my desire to just call John already. I figure I will eventually call him, but after I've reasoned my pride into accepting that just because you ask someone to do something, specifically outlining why, and they don't, it's not weakness to go ahead and do it yourself instead. But my pride's stubborn and prone to melodrama.
Yes, I've possibly been living on my own too long. At least the internal battles are still internal; there's a way to go before I get involved in Fight Club-esque physical brawls with myself. And should that ever happen, I'm relying on you guys to call the nice men in the white coats with the good drugs.
Sleep soon, I think. After getting to bed at 2am last night and getting up for work as per normal, there's a definite lack going on here. And I'll turn myself inside-out if I yawn any more, and that's just plain messy.
Went through the clutter that is my inbox at the moment, got rid of a lot of old job notifications that are no doubt out of date, and answered a couple from the online RPG I've been persuaded to join. I probably should check out the board as well - I've been a bit slack - but since the GM is currently killing off brain cells in Poland, I think I'm probably clear for a while.
There's currently a battle being waged between my stubborn sense of pride and my desire to just call John already. I figure I will eventually call him, but after I've reasoned my pride into accepting that just because you ask someone to do something, specifically outlining why, and they don't, it's not weakness to go ahead and do it yourself instead. But my pride's stubborn and prone to melodrama.
Yes, I've possibly been living on my own too long. At least the internal battles are still internal; there's a way to go before I get involved in Fight Club-esque physical brawls with myself. And should that ever happen, I'm relying on you guys to call the nice men in the white coats with the good drugs.
Sleep soon, I think. After getting to bed at 2am last night and getting up for work as per normal, there's a definite lack going on here. And I'll turn myself inside-out if I yawn any more, and that's just plain messy.