The intermittent block of LJ from work is kind of cramping my style. I can't comment on a lot of posts, so I've started trying to do that from my phone. Which is kind of clunky to say the least. And forget doing it at home, my house is where organization and motivation go to die. It's led to me being somewhat quieter than normal.
In all honestly I got kind of burnt out on social media in general for the last month. I blame Facebook. I am so fucking done with Facebook. I don't know what it is about that medium that seems to bring out the worst in human interaction. It's not like people haven't been dicks to each other since the dawn of the internet, but for some reason it just seems to be the default there instead of the exception. Fukt if I know why. So between shitty stuff happening because of FB, people being overtly shitty to other people on FB, and FB itself being a pretty shit place for any kind of meaningful interaction, fuck that joint. Now I'm just struggling with whether or not to delete my account there. Unfortunately for a lot of people it's their main way of getting in touch, so I dunno. Gah.
So anyway, still mostly here.
Axe & I went to Convergence last month and we realized that the last time we did a proper trip together was four years ago when we went to Utah. We're trying to figure out if we can do a proper vacation this year. It looks like it's going to depend on what happens with his work schedule since that's a bit up in the air at the moment, so we'll see.
House stuff is never ending. The nephew has his own stuff going on, which means he hasn't touched the boxes and boxes and boxes of comics piled up behind the couch. Axe and I fought about it on a regular basis from the day they arrived so finally we put together a plan to get at the very least an inventory list put together, in the hopes that it will make it easier for him to sell them. Which is now making me tear my hair out for different reasons because the numbering system makes ZERO FUCKING SENSE and every single series Fiona collected got rebooted at least three times. But friends pitched in to help out, and we've figured out how to make some room for some of them in the basement where they are elevated and won't get damaged if we have another flood, and also uncovered some boxes of other stuff that can just leave the fucking house now so that's something close to progress.
The other house thing was having to get our kitchen counter replaced because the old one rotted out and the sink was actually falling through it. I'm not even remotely exaggerating.
Occasionally people at work ask me if our renovations are done yet. I laugh, and I laugh.
Oh, and in other news? Hot flashes. What the ever-shitting fuck.