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Jun. 30th, 2010 11:44 amInternet? Sing me "Soft Kitty"?
([Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], you gave me your cold, dammit.)
([Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], you gave me your cold, dammit.)
One thing I never understood with Rent: Mimi is an active drug user. Roger is a recovering one. One of the great tenants of drug rehabilitation is to avoid getting back into the culture, to make new connections that aren't users. So why are Roger's friends, who are aware of the twelve months of withdrawal that he's just done to get clean, almost forceably push him towards a relationship with Mimi, who could potentially drag him back into heroin addiction?
I mean, I understand it's the Great Tragic Love Story (or one of them) of the show, but it still bugs me. For something that's otherwise very pragmatic about such things, it's an annoying flaw.
In other news, I apparently have a digestive system waging massive war on me. Food is either nauseating or otherwise problematic. I'm woozy from three days of eating only small meals and then having that food evacuate my system as fast as possible. So yes, I'm home sick. Again. It's very boring.
At least the big TV and surround sound is awesome.
I mean, I understand it's the Great Tragic Love Story (or one of them) of the show, but it still bugs me. For something that's otherwise very pragmatic about such things, it's an annoying flaw.
In other news, I apparently have a digestive system waging massive war on me. Food is either nauseating or otherwise problematic. I'm woozy from three days of eating only small meals and then having that food evacuate my system as fast as possible. So yes, I'm home sick. Again. It's very boring.
At least the big TV and surround sound is awesome.
Best intentions...
Mar. 2nd, 2010 12:00 pmWell, I meant to go to work and my French class today. Then I woke up when my alarm went off, coughed up a bunch of green crap and realised I had no voice left. So, calling in sick it was.
Dammit. Back on the absentee program for me. Hopefully I can avoid the actual bronchitis this time.
Dammit. Back on the absentee program for me. Hopefully I can avoid the actual bronchitis this time.
So, my weekend has been pretty much a non-event, after starting well on Friday with the work farewell for our director. I woke up Saturday with a cold - scratchy throat, stuffy nose and aches and pains. I spent the day either in bed or on the couch with a blanket, plus lots of fluids. It worked, to a degree, since I'm feeling much less deathly today, but I'm at the sniffly, runny, nose-trying-to-drown-me stage which is making me feel sorry for myself.
I'm also having trouble with my creativity - I haven't written anything new for a couple of weeks now and it's bothering me. Nothing left in the tank, tho'. I'll keep pushing it, see if I can't get it happening since I don't want to let myself down.
I'm also having trouble with my creativity - I haven't written anything new for a couple of weeks now and it's bothering me. Nothing left in the tank, tho'. I'll keep pushing it, see if I can't get it happening since I don't want to let myself down.
Good news, annoying news
Dec. 15th, 2009 12:47 pmGood news!
The cheque for my personal loan has been received by my credit card company! On December 1!
Annoying news!
The bastards are holding onto the money until they receive some kind of confirmation that it is actually for my credit card and won't bounce, despite the fact it was a bank cheque sent from my Canadian credit union and has a copy of my statement attached and all the right account numbers. So whee, I get to make a detour home (since I can't call overseas from work) so I can call them and yell at them a bit, when I have counselling tonight. In the meantime, I'm getting hit with fees and interest on top of what I already owe and the cheque will no longer cover the entire debt. Which means more playing around with PayPal until I make it go away.
Ah well, at least this means I eat at home and save some money?
And the guy from the credit union here has been Awesome. He's chased this up for me over the past three days and at one point was even offering to hand deliver a cheque to me here at work, since we weren't sure if the first one had even gotten to Australia yet or not (he'd asked for courier delivery, some bastard sent it regular mail, hence the delay from last month). Justin truly has gone above and beyond in this case.
(Also, I updated my icons, adding some made a while ago by the talented [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] as part of a series of prompts. So I have new ways to express my ire in picture form!)
The cheque for my personal loan has been received by my credit card company! On December 1!
Annoying news!
The bastards are holding onto the money until they receive some kind of confirmation that it is actually for my credit card and won't bounce, despite the fact it was a bank cheque sent from my Canadian credit union and has a copy of my statement attached and all the right account numbers. So whee, I get to make a detour home (since I can't call overseas from work) so I can call them and yell at them a bit, when I have counselling tonight. In the meantime, I'm getting hit with fees and interest on top of what I already owe and the cheque will no longer cover the entire debt. Which means more playing around with PayPal until I make it go away.
Ah well, at least this means I eat at home and save some money?
And the guy from the credit union here has been Awesome. He's chased this up for me over the past three days and at one point was even offering to hand deliver a cheque to me here at work, since we weren't sure if the first one had even gotten to Australia yet or not (he'd asked for courier delivery, some bastard sent it regular mail, hence the delay from last month). Justin truly has gone above and beyond in this case.
(Also, I updated my icons, adding some made a while ago by the talented [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] as part of a series of prompts. So I have new ways to express my ire in picture form!)
The downside of medications working really well on me is that the side effects usually do too. The antibiotic comes with a "may produce a metallic taste in your mouth" issue. Metallic taste my butt. I feel like I've been *CENSOREDCENSOREDCENSORED* a robot. The best part is actually being woken in the middle of the night by this absolutely gross taste in my mouth.
Blah.
One upside to it - it means I'm keeping my fluid intake pretty high in order to wash the taste out.
Blah.
One upside to it - it means I'm keeping my fluid intake pretty high in order to wash the taste out.
Well, there go my plans for the day...
Nov. 14th, 2009 02:55 pmI was going to get a haircut and get new contact lenses. Only my wallet has completely evaporated. I have a nasty feeling it might have fallen out of my pocket last night on the way home from the pub.
Shit.
Shit.
So far today has Sucked. Between forgetting Jane had changed her office day to today and having to prepare two trials on the fly, to computer issues resulting in an expense spreadsheet being eaten just as I finished it to having to do a motion by the end of the afternoon, plus dealing with computer issues and a eleventh-hour withdrawl from a plot I'm running... yeah, today hasn't been the best.
And to top it all off, the microwave is broken, so cold leftovers for lunch.
Back to the grindstone. I need to get this motion done, if I have a template that isn't on the shared drive, since I'm locked out of that atm.
And to top it all off, the microwave is broken, so cold leftovers for lunch.
Back to the grindstone. I need to get this motion done, if I have a template that isn't on the shared drive, since I'm locked out of that atm.
Third verse, same as the first...
Oct. 20th, 2009 06:05 pmStill sick. Took another day off work. Feel like warmed over arse and I've just cancelled my counselling apppointment. No-one wants to come near me in case I make them sick. And to really make me feel like a leper, I have a series of coldsores over one side of my mouth.
Fantastic.
If I'm still like this in the morning, it's the doctor's for me. Every time one symptom improves, I get another one.
Fantastic.
If I'm still like this in the morning, it's the doctor's for me. Every time one symptom improves, I get another one.
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Oct. 19th, 2009 10:24 amSo, yeah, wound up staying home stick - considering this thing's moving into my chest, my glands are up and I had a nosebleed as I was trying to call Sonia, it seemed like the best idea.
Managed a shower and relocation to the couch, which is an improvement on yesterday, however. Now, I make tea.
Managed a shower and relocation to the couch, which is an improvement on yesterday, however. Now, I make tea.
Okay, finally about to leave work. I got here at 9:30 a.m., worked through lunch, had an apple and some cookies at my desk (would have just been the apple without Esther wandering past with a tray of cookies!) and then got stuck doing various things for Alvin and Sonia.
Tomorrow is Friday. It will be busy, but it's fitting for a week where I my bank account was robbed, I had to see about a new counsellor, the XP modlist exploded, everyone decided to go crazy, I had one of the worst tension headaches I've had in ages and and I acquired a new lawyer.
FML. Isn't that what they say?
Tomorrow is Friday. It will be busy, but it's fitting for a week where I my bank account was robbed, I had to see about a new counsellor, the XP modlist exploded, everyone decided to go crazy, I had one of the worst tension headaches I've had in ages and and I acquired a new lawyer.
FML. Isn't that what they say?
Stick a fork in me...
Sep. 23rd, 2009 04:48 pm... I am so done. Head is splitting from the inevitable tension headache that comes of sleeping badly, grinding my teeth/clenching my jaw from stress and having a huge pile of work from Alvin today. And here's me sans Advil and needing to do a couple of chores (get meds and pay bar bill from last night) before I can go home, take drugs and nap.
I worked through lunch - I wonder if that's enough to convince Sonia I need to go home now?
Turning off the internet so I can concentrate on only one thing at a time.
ETA: I love my heat pack. I really do. And [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] for giving it me me. *hearts*
I worked through lunch - I wonder if that's enough to convince Sonia I need to go home now?
Turning off the internet so I can concentrate on only one thing at a time.
ETA: I love my heat pack. I really do. And [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] for giving it me me. *hearts*
Note to self.
Jun. 27th, 2009 03:43 pmDear me,
While the idea of freebie sandwiches from the function the day before sounds good when you haven't had breakfast yet, do me a favour and just go and get something from the cafeteria instead? It's summer, the damn things have been sitting out for ages and overnight in the fridge is not going to save them.
Unless, of course, you like sleeping for twelve hours, low-level nausea and quality time in the bathroom?
Queasily yours,
Your digestive system.
PS: Your roomie's idea of a chicken sandwich was a good one. He can stay.
PPS: Gym tomorrow. Nausea be damned.
While the idea of freebie sandwiches from the function the day before sounds good when you haven't had breakfast yet, do me a favour and just go and get something from the cafeteria instead? It's summer, the damn things have been sitting out for ages and overnight in the fridge is not going to save them.
Unless, of course, you like sleeping for twelve hours, low-level nausea and quality time in the bathroom?
Queasily yours,
Your digestive system.
PS: Your roomie's idea of a chicken sandwich was a good one. He can stay.
PPS: Gym tomorrow. Nausea be damned.
Ugh, humidity
Jun. 26th, 2009 10:21 amThis week has been an exercise in why there are parts of Toronto summer I really dislike, and why I actually enjoy winter. Yes, I know, I'm Australian and we're supposed to worship summer. I am, however, not from Queensland or any of the other tropical parts of the Wide Brown Land, and humidity is not something I'm good at. Give me 40 degrees Celsius as dry heat and I'm fine, but 30 with humidity? Ugh, kill me.
The worst part is trying to sleep. The fan helps a bit, but not by a lot. That and trying to find something to wear that a) won't make me hot and b) still fits. Apparently I'm a size larger than last summer. And the strike means all the council-run pools are closed, the bastards.
My only Michael Jackson related comment is this - at least we know what it takes now to break the Internet.
The worst part is trying to sleep. The fan helps a bit, but not by a lot. That and trying to find something to wear that a) won't make me hot and b) still fits. Apparently I'm a size larger than last summer. And the strike means all the council-run pools are closed, the bastards.
My only Michael Jackson related comment is this - at least we know what it takes now to break the Internet.
At some point over the past couple of days, I've managed to wrench my right hip/pelvis/lower back. I'm still mobile, sort of, but geez it hurts. Especially if I try to lift anything. Rest, gentle stretching where I can and painkillers as I can stand them - Advil doesn't quite touch it, but anything stronger knocks me flat on my arse. Which is where I am right now - flat on my back on the couch, with my legs propped up on the arm.
