A Rant, A Whine, A Winge, If You Will

I am not a happy camper this week. Not at all.

A bunch of my friends are at the Dance Cave right now celebrating panic_girl's birthday. I should be there. I came straight home from work instead. Mostly because I don't feel like I'm fit company for humans in the mood I'm in.

Part of it is Christmas. I fucking hate Christmas. Even people who I know don't care about the holiday say, "Well, it's a couple of days of work," but since I work at the Blood Bank, that means it's not time off for me. It's just the addition of extra expectations and obligations. I'd find it a lot easier to get into the spirit of being with family if it wasn't something that was expected of me and expected on a specific date regardless of inconvenience or practicality.

As soon as I have enough money I'm flying to a country that never heard of the holiday every December and just avoiding the whole damn nightmare.

The house is turning into a huge cluster-fuck. The rennovations were supposed to take a week. We are now moving into week 6. The reason that we are moving into week fucking six, is because the guy who is doing the work has shown up an averge of two days per week.

I am not happy about this.

And with everything that was formerly stored in the basement now taking up the majority of the first floor, we can't even get the rest of the house fixed up, because there is no space to put anything. Every day I do something to clean or to pack, even if it's something small, and every day I come home from work to the piles of boxes and dirty dishes and I just want to turn around and walk straight back out again.

The worst part is, I had made plans to have people over on New Year's day, because I'm working New Year's Eve. Looks like I'll have to cancel. For some reason I can't see this guy working over the holidays.

And to top it all off, I just burnt a big fucking hole in my arm. Gah.

Fuggit. I'm going to bed.

I think I need to buy myself a punching bag.

lizard girl

It occurs to me that one of the reasons I might be so cranky is that I'm suffering from the constant low-level pain that hits me every winter as my skin tries to depart for a more comfortable climate.

When I was a kid I grew up in old houses with steam radiators and I had more than a few apartments with them when I was living alone. Modern houses, however, have forced air.

We have a humidifier. I put pots of water on the heat vent in my room. I slather myself with lotion. I chug bottles of water all day long. And my skin cracks and peels and bleeds, my nails break off at the quick and every inch of my skin itches like mad.

I tend to limp first thing in the morning and every once in a while at work I'll look down and realize I'm leaving streaks of blood all over the paperwork. But most of the time I honestly forget about it. Until moments like last night when I wrapped up my burn, did a quick pain check and realized it hurt less than my feet do.

But it might be a part of why I hate this time of year so much.

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