SO ANYWAY, aside from my career as a little texting machine, I've been having a string of extremely depressed days. The birds have returned, and they chirp chirp chirp in the mornings, so I get up and think it's April, and then I look outside at two feet of snow still on the ground and wither and die.
Last Saturday I watched Slayers Next straight through for the 10000000000000th time. This Saturday we watched Slayers Try straight through, which I had never done before. 26 half-hour episodes take ten hours if you skip through most openings and endings, and we ordered Papa John's, and it all made me feel like spring break 2000. I guess that's okay.
Then I stayed home "sick" yesterday because I was angry angry angry that I was born in a world without magic and I have to be an accountant and I live in Nebraska and I'm old and fat and no longer the main character, and I cannot be the Perky Princess at work when I get that way. Everyone thought I was sick still today, because I was quiet. I hadn't realized that I'm a noisy little bitch, but apparently. A friend was babbling about immortality research, which makes me curl up in a corner and quiver. I cannot contemplate THIS, endlessly. THIS for another fifty years is just about all anyone could ever expect from me.
I NEED A ROAD TRIP like what whoa, but everywhere within two tanks of gas is also under two feet of snow, so it would serve no purpose. I want to go out west sooooo much, whiiiine.
If anyone recalls my complaints about professional organizations a few months ago, karma has again taken my neck into its vise-like jaws, and I am guilted into being the secretary of the Omaha Metro chapter of Whatever No One Cares. This means I have to attend the district leadership meeting in KC in May (oh noes). The silver linings of this are 1) I have to drive down Thursday night so get to skip out on board, and 2) someone will be paying my mileage to go hang out with Unicorn Hunter Biskit afterward. I need to go down in June so we can try to get kicked out of Shakespeare in the Park again, except that there are always tornadoes if I go to KC in June. Empirically proven.
I need to make my girldoctor appointment, because I have but one refill of anti-hemorrhage pills, but I am loath do to so because she is going to try to pump me full of antidepressants again. (Note: anyone who extols the virtues of such in my comments is going to get dumped off all my social-media lists faster than you knew data could transfer.)
THE $900 SPACE VACUUM CAME HOME TODAY I was so happy. No matter how clean the house is, it looks like filth if the carpet is dirty. I am displeased, however, that it didn't even take a year to clog up badly enough to need $100 of professional help. I have two cats with mid-length fur, and I don't remember vacuuming up any balloons.
today will be better, I swear
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