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oxfordtweed) wrote2011-03-17 12:34 pm
oxfordtweed) wrote2011-03-17 12:34 pm
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There is only one instance of hyperbole in this entry
Well. I've just had a fairly terrible morning. Not the worst, but definitely not the best.
It started off around 4:30 this morning, mere hours after I'd gone to bed, and during which time I got maybe a half hour of sleep. I cannot seem to sleep in my room any more. Something about it seriously bothers me. Curious.
Anyway, I 'woke up,' or rather gave up on sleeping to an IM waiting for me, voicing Ryan's intent for sex when he got home. Which, no. Sorry. When I've been up this long, the last thing I want to do is put anyone's penis anywhere near me. That put me in rather a nasty mood for a bit, but thankfully, he passed out soon as he sat down on the sofa, leaving me to watch Merrie Melodies, which I didn't even realise they still played. So, that brightened up my day a bit as I watched Wile E Coyote exchange witticisms with Bugs Bunny while working on my ridiculous drawing.
Eventually, Ryan woke up, and we wrestled with trying to get the computers to talk to one another so we could watch a few episodes of QI. They refused to acknowledge one another's existence, so I wound up having to do it the hard way and throw everything onto the external drive. Annoying, but whatever.
Somehow, something Rob Brydon said (he may have been talking about goulash) had prompted Ryan to ask me when the last time I'd eaten was. Which was the breakfast I'd made for him at 4:00 yesterday. He gave me the look that says that I need to eat something before I go to bed. Since we have nothing in the house, that meant that I had to go to the shop before going to bed (damnit, I forgot the corn).
As I've mentioned previously, there's loads of work going on in my building, and they've finally gotten round to fixing the corridor between my flat and the lift. Which means that it's blocked off. So, I have to go clear round the long way to get there, unless I want to take the stairs and destroy my knee. I went the long way round. Went to the shop, got some stuff for goulash (except for the corn) and what I thought was a chicken sandwich. What I actually got was a tuna sandwich, only it's so dry that I'm certain it was mislabelled, and actually meant to be a tuna fossil sandwich. I tossed it back into my bag, with the intent of fixing it when I got home, and went on my merry way.
And then I got stuck in the lift. It was only about ten minutes, but stuck in a steel box dangling an unknown height from what's certain to be very old cables feels like much longer than it actually is, no matter how long you're stuck in it.
I'm home now, with a Coke and a tuna sandwich that's now marginally suitable for human consumption, after being slathered with Miracle whip and bits of pickle.
But then, I sat down and found this in my email, which made me feel a bit better, and could not have been more well-timed.
It started off around 4:30 this morning, mere hours after I'd gone to bed, and during which time I got maybe a half hour of sleep. I cannot seem to sleep in my room any more. Something about it seriously bothers me. Curious.
Anyway, I 'woke up,' or rather gave up on sleeping to an IM waiting for me, voicing Ryan's intent for sex when he got home. Which, no. Sorry. When I've been up this long, the last thing I want to do is put anyone's penis anywhere near me. That put me in rather a nasty mood for a bit, but thankfully, he passed out soon as he sat down on the sofa, leaving me to watch Merrie Melodies, which I didn't even realise they still played. So, that brightened up my day a bit as I watched Wile E Coyote exchange witticisms with Bugs Bunny while working on my ridiculous drawing.
Eventually, Ryan woke up, and we wrestled with trying to get the computers to talk to one another so we could watch a few episodes of QI. They refused to acknowledge one another's existence, so I wound up having to do it the hard way and throw everything onto the external drive. Annoying, but whatever.
Somehow, something Rob Brydon said (he may have been talking about goulash) had prompted Ryan to ask me when the last time I'd eaten was. Which was the breakfast I'd made for him at 4:00 yesterday. He gave me the look that says that I need to eat something before I go to bed. Since we have nothing in the house, that meant that I had to go to the shop before going to bed (damnit, I forgot the corn).
As I've mentioned previously, there's loads of work going on in my building, and they've finally gotten round to fixing the corridor between my flat and the lift. Which means that it's blocked off. So, I have to go clear round the long way to get there, unless I want to take the stairs and destroy my knee. I went the long way round. Went to the shop, got some stuff for goulash (except for the corn) and what I thought was a chicken sandwich. What I actually got was a tuna sandwich, only it's so dry that I'm certain it was mislabelled, and actually meant to be a tuna fossil sandwich. I tossed it back into my bag, with the intent of fixing it when I got home, and went on my merry way.
And then I got stuck in the lift. It was only about ten minutes, but stuck in a steel box dangling an unknown height from what's certain to be very old cables feels like much longer than it actually is, no matter how long you're stuck in it.
I'm home now, with a Coke and a tuna sandwich that's now marginally suitable for human consumption, after being slathered with Miracle whip and bits of pickle.
But then, I sat down and found this in my email, which made me feel a bit better, and could not have been more well-timed.