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in which our protagonist whines. a lot.
Dec. 14th, 2004 07:54 pm "So since Scar is down with a fubared engine, I have been driving Emily[1] to work. Today HER transmission started acting weird. I may shortly be down to no working vehicles. Shit. Did leave a message for boss about the rental car he was making promising noises about when I talked to him yesterday.
And damn but I have been spending a lot of money lately, mostly on Xmas stuff, but other things are adding up quick. I've already spent about $215 of next week's paycheck, and it's not going to be big one. I have savings so I'm not screwed, but this is still making me very unhappy.
My hands, lower arms and upper back still ache whenever I try and actually use those muscles. Which is about every five seconds at work. Owie. Owie. Even ibuprophen which is usually my friend is only a sort of passing aquiantance in this particuler case. Even at 800mg doses every few hours. I would kill[2] for a good long soak hot tub right about now. Or even for a decent clawfoot tub to soak in[3].
I currently have no idea what I'm goign to do this weekend. I was planning to spend it in Boston, going to the Fetish Flea, and also to DocElf's party. Even had just gotten crash space lined up wit ha friend of PG's. Now not only may I not have transportation, but I may need to save the $$, and may need the weekend for working on car stuff. Meh. Suckage. Wanted to see ppl and do stuff. Meh. Meh. Meh.
Oh, and the job I was all excited about and got my resume redone for and called my boss to tell him I was job hunting and whatnot. When I went back to apply for it the posting had expired and I have no contact info for it and can't even recall the company name. Shit."
[1] the '62 Comet I bought about two months ago as a project. Haven't gotten around to mentioning it here.
[2] but only if I could kill them with poison, or gas or something. AWeilding a weapon would only exacerbate the problem.
[3] depth of our tub? roughly 18" tops, About enough to let my ass soak. My ass is the one thing *not* hurting right now.
And damn but I have been spending a lot of money lately, mostly on Xmas stuff, but other things are adding up quick. I've already spent about $215 of next week's paycheck, and it's not going to be big one. I have savings so I'm not screwed, but this is still making me very unhappy.
My hands, lower arms and upper back still ache whenever I try and actually use those muscles. Which is about every five seconds at work. Owie. Owie. Even ibuprophen which is usually my friend is only a sort of passing aquiantance in this particuler case. Even at 800mg doses every few hours. I would kill[2] for a good long soak hot tub right about now. Or even for a decent clawfoot tub to soak in[3].
I currently have no idea what I'm goign to do this weekend. I was planning to spend it in Boston, going to the Fetish Flea, and also to DocElf's party. Even had just gotten crash space lined up wit ha friend of PG's. Now not only may I not have transportation, but I may need to save the $$, and may need the weekend for working on car stuff. Meh. Suckage. Wanted to see ppl and do stuff. Meh. Meh. Meh.
Oh, and the job I was all excited about and got my resume redone for and called my boss to tell him I was job hunting and whatnot. When I went back to apply for it the posting had expired and I have no contact info for it and can't even recall the company name. Shit."
[1] the '62 Comet I bought about two months ago as a project. Haven't gotten around to mentioning it here.
[2] but only if I could kill them with poison, or gas or something. AWeilding a weapon would only exacerbate the problem.
[3] depth of our tub? roughly 18" tops, About enough to let my ass soak. My ass is the one thing *not* hurting right now.
