the_siobhan: (NaDruWriNi)
I am a little hungover, but nothing some gatorade and a couple of advil can't handle.

That was fun.

How y'all doing?

Chapter 5

Nov. 20th, 2016 02:40 am
the_siobhan: (NaDruWriNi)
I am staying up solely to finish this, and I have no idea if it even makes sense.

Axel apparently has over 2 hours of House of Love.

Pretty sure that tomrrow I am going to regret all of my life choices.

a bunch more beer I am a complete mess what have i done with my life )

Chapter 4

Nov. 20th, 2016 01:23 am
the_siobhan: (NaDruWriNi)
I have switched back to beer because I am seriously drunk and I'm hoping steppint ti down a bit it might keep me awake longer.

I have been distracted by lengthy debates about Soul Asylum and Iggy Pop.

just another day in the life of a workign stiff )

Chapter 3

Nov. 19th, 2016 11:16 pm
the_siobhan: (NaDruWriNi)
Sabz is here, and Tetsab + 1 and we are all drinking various and sundry and I might be a teeny bit fxx00rd

Also I have no idea how to spell laundromat.

many more g&t )

Chapter 2

Nov. 19th, 2016 08:55 pm
the_siobhan: (NaDruWriNi)
We put a glass of red wine vinegar on Axel's desk to attempt to catch the fruit flies. It is both hilarious and awful that this is a problem the night that asked people to come over for drunk writing.

several gin and tonics later )

Chapter 1

Nov. 19th, 2016 08:48 pm
the_siobhan: (NaDruWriNi)
The three of us have been going through the food and throwing stuff out of our kitchen for days now, trying to figure out where the fruit flys are coming from. Today D finally tracked it down to a bag of injera that had been shoved into a cupboard and basically liquefied in the bag.

So the source of the problem is now dealt with but as I sit here and type these fruit flies keep crossing my field of vision. And they are very interested in Axel's wine glass.

finished the beer, now drinking gin and tonics )
the_siobhan: (NaDruWriNi)
NaDruWriNi2016


So I'm a couple of weeks late.

But I've had a few beers and I'm ready to scribble.
the_siobhan: It means, "to rot" (Default)
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows


God speed, Mr Cohen.
the_siobhan: It means, "to rot" (Default)
I am so so so sorry.
the_siobhan: (goatse)
Drunk writing night suffered from a failure to launch due to a 2-day migraine. I might try to do it another time, it won't be the first time I fudged the date because the calendar one didn't work out.

I am also dealing with bronchitis for the second time in six months and I am awake half the night coughing so I feel like hammered shit. Axel got his CPAP and now I can sleep in the same bed as him but he can't sleep in the same bed with me. I am just so done with this meatsuit. Or perhaps I should say this meatsuit is just so done with me.

Budget stuff is finished and it's ugly but survivable. Unfortunately it means any plans to do pretty much anything that costs money will have to wait. Still I feel a lot better that I know where we stand, and I know that we're not going to lose the house and end up sleeping the park any time soon. We're getting a chunk of tax money back which will help. And I've been ebaying stuff with the faint hope that I might make a few bucks there, but I'm not counting on it.

I'm in my second week of training at work, which just happens to be taking place at my old work location. Man, I had forgotten how much I hate that shitting bus. In the 10 years I worked there the trip went from half an hour to 45 minutes. Now just over a year later it's well over an hour. But taxes are bad, right?

Setting the clocks back this week may have saved my fucking life.

So. Settling into the new normal.
the_siobhan: It means, "to rot" (Fester)
If I need cheering up the best way to do it is punk rock.

So last night the lovely D took me to see Stiff Little Fingers at the Horseshoe. Their shows are always notable for being one of the few gigs I go to where I'm not the oldest person there by a long shot. Somebody was rolling around on top of the mosh pit and I'm standing at the back calling, "That's how you break a hip!"

I spent most of the night talking to two women who sat down next to us and started comparing who-we-knew-back-in-the-day stories. D always says he is constantly flummoxed by how often perfect strangers will just walk up to me and start talking. Apparently people never do that to him, I tell him it's because he has resting murder face.

So today I am feeling decidedly underslept. Fortunately I'm pretty much caught up with all the stuff I have to get done before next week so it's OK if I'm a little disorganized.

Monday is Halloween so my co-workers decided to decorate the command centre. I made the mistake of telling them I had bones at home, so that's why I rode the streetcar to work this morning with two big bags packed full of dead things. I am now getting quizzical looks from many many people.

Tomorrow's schedule is bill paying and listing things for sale. Tonight it's video games and a bottle of wine, because I am taking the night off.
the_siobhan: (wormtooth)
Work has been absolutely nuts. They're bringing in some new software that encompasses everything from payroll to telephony and half my team is going to be in training for most of next month, me included. Of course this doesn't preclude having to do our regular jobs, which are already ramping up to get everything ready for the new fiscal year. So everybody is scrambling to get as much set up in advance as possible before we go to this training. Somehow that hasn't translated into any sense of urgency on the part of the people we rely on for information & updates, go figure.

I can handle busy at work or busy at the house, but both together... I start getting a little frayed around my corners, to put it mildly. It became known this past week that we have a big unwanted expense looming over us that we are going to have to deal with whether we can afford it or not. So I crunched the numbers this week - and crunched more numbers, and went holy shit and took out a machete and... we can do it. Just. It means no spending money on anything ever, so goodbye my weekly laptops and pints sessions for the foreseeable future. That sucks, 'cause I really enjoyed those.

You would think that lying awake at night adding up columns of numbers in my head would fill up all the space normally taken up by the random unnecessary shit my anxiety latches onto. Ha ha. No.

Deep breaths. This too will pass.

It fucking better.
the_siobhan: (Sweetums)
This morning I got to have yet another novel medical experience; an ultrasound of my heart. It was kind of uncomfortable because she had to push the wand reallyreally hard on my sternum and diaphragm and one lower left rib and I know I'm going to have some very flowery bruises later. The diaphragm was the only one that really got close to painful. Still, I got to watch and hear my heart beat and that was kind of neat. In movies your heartbeat sounds all bass and important, in real life it swooshes and gurgles. So that was fun.

I can't say that my vacation was very restful. I did manage to sort three boxes of "What the hell is this crap?" into a box to sell, (Mostly action figures. So now when I look at any site with sponsored ads it presents me with actions figures.) a box to scan & file, (95% emptied) and a final box full of things where I have to figure out whether it's worth spending the time to do something with it or just say fuck it and throw it away. Some of the things I put into the "needs more time to decide" box are old notebooks where I wrote story segments all old school, with pen and paper. I need to sit down and go through them and see if some of it might be worth mining for new material. One of them I identified as the old research I did once for a story about a reality show, so that's already been typed up and stored for later.

The point of all this is to get everything out of the storage locker before January when the lease is up for renewal so I don't have to pay any more for it. The boxes-all-over-living room is just the transitional stage. Or so I keep promising myself.

I also got some medical shit out of the way and did a lot of housework. Every time I take time off work I swear I'm not going to waste my time cleaning because it's undone within a week of going back. But then I hit a point where I just can't fucking deal with the squalor any more and I start cleaning anyway. Then I get really pissed off and drink heavily.

So it goes.

However I did get a couple of writing sessions in and it's been cool enough that I was able to do things like exercise and go for walks. So yay for fall.

Now if I can just get caught up at work.
the_siobhan: It means, "to rot" (Default)
Whatever you are doing, stop and look at this house.

It's so hard to choose, but I think picture #33 might be my favourite.
the_siobhan: (Margaret Atwood)
I decided I needed to go through more of the books that need to leave the house, so I'm going to be reading through some of my existing non-fictions for a bit.

five biographies )
the_siobhan: (Sweetums)
I am on Vacation in two days, and it's almost the end of the fiscal year, and I am in training in November and so I am pulling my hair out trying to get everything done before I leave.

One of the Leads here, (the one of raccoon story fame) has taken to walking around the floor whispering "Fire! Fire" just loudly enough for me to hear it as he passes by my desk. So apparently I'm not the only one feeling the pressure.


In other news, Axel is getting a CPAP machine. I checked, and my insurance will pay for it. Hallelujah. I know they also make noise, but I'm hoping it will be the kind of white noise produced by the humidifier or the fans, because I can sleep through those.

In the meantime, I spend most nights in D's room. Which is fine, there's nothing wrong with D's room. (And being in the basement it's often cooler in the summer.) But it's not my room so I don't feel comfortable rearranging things to suit myself.

Wednesday's are usually date night, so last night I got to sleep in my own bed. Except there is some combination of windows closed/windows open in the house that occasionally causes the living room doors to flex and tug when it gets windy outside. So that was happening last night and it kept randomly waking me up because it sounds just like somebody opening the door[1]. And then a particularly heavy gust finally did make the doors pop open, and the cats came padding up the stairs - of course they did, because they aren't allowed upstairs normally and that makes it The Most Interesting Place To Be Ever - then they woke me up, because they are alive things moving around where I don't expect them to be[2].

Fortunately they were complete gentlemen - I'm pretty sure only because they knew they weren't supposed to be there, so they were trying not to get thrown out. I woke up with both of them sitting and staring at me, looking very demure.

So TL;DR version, I got way less sleep than I am really happy with. I can't even tell you how much I am looking forward to being able to sleep in for a few days. (when I'm not getting up early for doctor's appointments, fuck me.)


[1]That wouldn't even wake me up on a night when people are home, but because I knew I was alone in the house I woke up every single time.
[2]They don't wake me in D's room, because cats in the room is normal there.
the_siobhan: (book skeleton)
And just like that, it's fall. Glorious. Of course because nothing can be simple, the weather is making tippy. But I'll take that over not being able to breath any day.

Our next Big House Project is to try and empty the storage locker. The comics are gone but the locker is still full, packed to the rafters with everything that was stored in the basement before D moved in. Having the locker costs money + we have to reduce our expenses = we have to figure out a way to empty it.

I have a bunch of boxes of things that are "souvenirs" so those are the first thing I'm working on. Not sentimental like love letters or anything, but things like old Convergence programmes, concert stubs, the posters for the Chameleons gig, the ridiculous Wasp Factory bar bill that I made everybody autograph. I started going through one of the boxes yesterday and found a folder full of the faxes that Fiona and I used to send back and forth with my sister Dee when she was living in Grand Cayman, back before everybody had email. We had a designated time to send them so she would remember not to answer the phone when it rang and we would tell her all the family gossip and include messages to the kids. Reading them over made me cry a bunch of times.

Everything paper is getting scanned and getting turned into an electronic scrapbook. The non-paper stuff - that I'm not sure about. Maybe I'll take photos of it? I'll figure something out.

I have sooooooooooooo much to doooooooooooooooo at work. And I have to get it all done before Friday, because then I'm off for for the first two weeks of October. I plan to write every day. It's gonna be great.

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