Writer's block: Inane blatherings about the frustration of it, particularly on serious deadline.
Helpful spawnage: Again touting the wonderbarness of my wonderful spawn (which I'm sure half of readers are getting sick of).
Another side job opp: Yash. My landlady (or in particular, her husband) as a job they want me to do. So I'm not getting into detail about all that.
Learned a valuable lesson last night. Be careful what you wish for and make sure it's what you want. Otherwise, yeah. Note to self. Let's not forget it this time. *rolls eyes*
So today AGAIN the storm icon MOVED ANOTHER DAY. I feel like Bill Murray in "Groundhog Day." Ahahahaha. Every. Single. Day. WTH? I get allll excited, thinking I'm gonna get the storm of my dreams, only to be let down by a brief shower and unending gray skies. GREAT. WONDERFUL. LOVELY.
Baseball boy has gone too far. Just found out from my spawn that his 'roommate' has been causing a SERIOUS ruckus above her room. Oh yeah. I've had it. Flew to MY door (cuz he sleeps above me) and calmly told him what an insult to Auburn University he truly is, how AA BENEFITS EVERYONE, including rednecks like him, and how if one more incident occurred, I'd exercise my choice to have him thrown in jail...PERIOD. He informed me he put the condo up for sale (c'mon, hero...your DAD owns it, so PLEASE...talk to the elbow). </baseball>Next door neighbor moving</b>. She's sweet. After MONTHS of her place being on the market she finally found someone. ANOTHER AUBURN GRAD, this time a female. Er...yeah. Good. At least she's across the hall and not ABOVE me. Gotta move my car first thing in la manana so the movers can fit.
Adele's big family reunion (on her dad's side) is this weekend, which leaves me with opportunities, some of which I received invites for just today. Weeeeeeeeee. After the hard-learned lesson of last night, I'm sure I'll take someone up on it, if for no other reason than the fact that damn...it's time to move in another direction, and stop wishing I could help/change those who really need it. Maybe I am a control freak and just didn't realize it. You see someone whose life is spiraling out of control, and any mom wants to save, nourish, protect. However, this is a never-ending cycle of self-abuse, one which he actually embraces. I'm sorry...but I don't live my life this way. This will be for future reference (and not for anyone reading to understand.)
How stupid was that?
Repeat after me: They're EXES for a REASON. You don't DATE THEM for a reason. DON'T FORGET IT EVAAAAAAAAAR. OMG. What a dimwit. I thought King R had cornered the market on that, but it seems -- and right according to my hypothesis -- that Mack is JUST LIKE HIM.
Deenar and veggies
Success again! It's worth it, and brings me great satisfaction, to spend a couple of hours cooking a healthy dinner and having my spawn appreciate and enjoy it. She's been unusually funny all day (which is good; this writer's blockage is making me CRAZY). We had an interesting "therapist/patient" role play today, in which she was the psych, and I, the patient. Too funny :-D I put this in my original entry, but it was ate up by my computer. Meh. I won't expound here. But twas very funny. I think she used that as a springboard to bite me.
Had a REALLY ROUGH time sleeping after midnight last night. Tonight shouldn't be so difficult ;-) Imma make sure of that. Right now, I need to get busy on my own lil project. I need a muse, since Absynth is out. Heh.
Dear Live Journal:
You suck so bad words can't sufficiently describe it.
Perhaps it's time to rethink this whole, open-source-anybody-can-have-one thing. You THINK? We never seemed to have these lil issues until recently. Now, anyone with an attitude, need for vengeance, or jackass can have one. What, therefore, are we PAYING YOU FOR? I'm just wondering, because right now, I'm not feeling the love.
Love, hugs and sloppy kisses -