MeeJ

The new boss so far seems pretty awesome. He used to run ultramarathons! He was telling me about his last one and I was thinking, that is far too hardcore for me. His significant other is a dance major and she is pretty ripping awesome; I like seeing her around the store more often.

I have been stupidly exhausted for the past four days. As usual I am not eating correctly or sleeping enough, and so I cannot work out, and so I feel like a barebones of a meej, when in fact I am a doughy poof of a meej, and then this mentally and emotionally exhausts me, so I get nightmares like last night, in which first bad things happened to the guppy, and then I got Greyspell pondering how he was going to kill himself: walling himself up Amontillado style to starve to death, or having a silver demon nail him to a chair and then hit him in the face with a maul.

It's pretty much bullcrap, is what it is, and I am deathly tired of not feeling like myself. I'm not sure what to do about it, but I think that having five days off in a row will help, enormously.

During these five days I will not hold myself to pressure to write, to work out, to log into games, to crunch at tasks. I will purge my mind of the tiny little poison-wells, and I am going to hug the HELL out of that gup, who is now TWO YEARS OLD, come Saturday.

At some point I will rediscover the fine art of punctuating sentences as if the speaker had some sort of clue as to proper breathing.

NOT TODAY, BUCKO.

So recently I did some stuff, and under that broad heading falls:

- informed bossmans I wanted in on this management gig;
- almost immediately reconsidered in light of how he treats his two current shift supervisors, but TOO LATE NOW: I can only GO FORWARD and maintain my moral rectitude (quit giggling);
- figured out some important things about half-marathons and why I won't be running one this year;
- clapped for that adorable guppy as she toddled at a sprint;
- gave up drinking caffeine after noon for the sixteenth straight day (NEXT STEP: ONLY ONE CUP OF COFFEE A DAY, baby steps baby steps baby steps);
and
- finally wrote some damn words.

They weren't good words, they weren't well-flowing words, they weren't genius is what I'm getting at, but they happened.

Also, BREWMASTER ARANRUTH. Ruth is so cute, but she seriously needs new shoulders.

Actually, it was a Starbucks.

My tiny brother is driving cross country with his buddyroos, Justin and Nick, to take Justin to his new job and home in Chicago. They deviated to come see their other friend Richard, and on their way they came to see me!

Unfortunately they all suffer from Unabletoplanitis, endemic among college students, so we were only able to line up ducks sufficiently for them to spend an hour with me, but hey, there was coffee and he looked adorable and my co-workers felt that all three are wicked hot, and I was all LOL THEY ARE TINY YOUNG TWENTY-SOMETHINGS, HANDS OFF YOU COUGAR WENCHES.

I am glad to have seen them. But the Boy could still stand to check in on his Words With Friends games more often.

I was scared about my planned run on Thursday, that being a five-mile run with two miles at tempo pace. My average pace has been a 9:20 mile for the past month or so, and a tempo pace is supposed to be race-pace, which - for me - is about an 8:25.

But yesterday was a five-mile easy run, and I ran it at 44:10, counting the ten seconds I jogged in place to wait for a car.

SO APPARENTLY I CAN DO ALMOST TEMPO-PACE WITHOUT EVEN TRYING, and now I am JAZZED for Thursday.

Work continues unabated. Ten consecutive days without a day off seems a trifle excessive to me. I am hoping that drama goes down after the all-management meeting on Sunday (THREE HOURS of all bossmans and a bosslady). Much hollering, much clearing of the air, address given to the senior bossmans occasionally using his shift to take a nap in the back while there are only two harried baristas to take care of the entire morning shift. I am so glad that I didn't have to be the one to say that.

All of our pets are SUPER RETARDED and SUPER ANNOYING lately. I understand that this is because it is ungodly hot and they are suffering from an abundance of fur, but still, GET OFF ME, I DO NOT WANT YOUR LOVE, IT IS TOO FLIPPIN HOT.

My guppy, she is ten months old. <3 Soon she will be a whole year. I cannot remember life without this tiny human. It must've been pretty lame.

- ran
- worked for nine hours
- washed some dishes
- PROMOTED SYNERGY
- wrote four letters
- worried about religion and wondered about spirituality for like an hour
- read the hell out of Kindle!A Dance of Dragons.

I STILL LIKE STANNIS BARATHEON. DEAL WITH IT.

Some of my co-workers and I have been discussing the fact that aprontiems is not as fun as it used to be. It would TOTALLY be fun again if we just hired some more people @_@ getting slammed all the time is not as fun as you'd think it would be.

TOMORROW I WORK AGAIN, AND THEN I AM TOTALLY GOING TO HAVE TWO DAYS OFF AND SEE IF I CAN BE CREATIVE

a) I had turned on the TV for background noise while I did a few chores, and gradually I became aware that House was on. (Is it just House or House, M.D.?)

b) PARTHENOGENESIS. What.

c) Perhaps I caught him on a good day, but the bits and scraps I heard did not make House as much of a dick as have been reported.

I'd still rather watch Scrubs.

At the moment, I'm reading Kristin Cashore's Graceling, another of the YA fantasies. So far it's fairly engaging. It's in third-person, which puts it slightly ahead of Maria Snyder's Poison Study (which disappointed me so much with its rapid series decay; the first book was amazing, and then the second book was a bit whiffy, and the third book was outright heroine worship, and then she wrote a bunch of books about glass that ought to have snatched me right up because GLASS, RIGHT????, and yet it was nothing but hurt-comfort blergh).

I'm still working what I believe to be too much, and I'm trying to convince myself I'm just being a baby about it.

GUP: SO CUTE. <3

JESUS HE KNOWS ME!
AND HE
KNOWS!
I'M!
RIGHT!
I BEEN TALKIN TO JESUS!
ALL!
MY!
LIFE!

*bop bop bop bop booooooop*

I'D TELL YOU HOW MY DAY WENT, BUT I SUSPECT YOU KNOW ALREADY THAT WHEN I'M DRIVEN TO MY BEST OF GENESIS, IT WAS ONE HELL OF A RIDE

- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Part One) is charming and I have more thoughts; I will show you them later.
- Man ALIVE I am getting fierce with my running; I can keep an 8:05 mile for four miles. Now to prove it for the Meowathon tomorrow. I'm racing Ali, you guys, and SHE WILL WIN.
- I have worked for the past nine days. I am looking forward to my three days off. I will write, and gupcuddle, and run!!!, and drink BEER.
- I will also um watch more Voltron and She-Ra. Cal and I discovered that the entire series are available on Netflix. It is so humiliating how much of the pertinent mythos I recall without prodding.

and

- Tiny paladin is 74 (in two more quests), and I am so not interested in doing quests for Koltira "Whiny" Deathweaver, as I believe I have gone on record stating that I loathe all death knights neither a) my friends nor b) Thassarian.

This goes double for Koltira, whose name I rather like as a collection of sounds, and of whom, therefore, I had higher standards.

This is the first morning I haven't had a full or double shift in a week, and I'm not quite sure of what to do with myself. I did some chores (as usual, the cats all poop far too much, lazy little mogs that they are) and sorted through some correspondence (my father sends me weekly letters that he writes every Monday morning, and I try to return the favor), and now I have coffee, a full purring dishwasher, and a full humming clothesdryer.

The full and double shifts are a direct result of two facts:

a) I am a good and reliable worker;
and
b) I am a sucker who agrees to take extra shifts to cover for someone.

B is, in turn, a result of two things:

i) I am a sucker;
and
ii) Soon there will be a tiny guppy goddaughter born, and when she is finally on the scene, I will possibly have to call a co-worker and demand that someone come in to cover the remainder of my shift so I can be at the hospital to hold gupmother's hand and reassure her that she should not kill her spouse for putting her through this! Pat pat pat pat. Then I will hold my goddaughter when she is a ridiculous red radish, and beam fatuously into her grumpy wee face, and tell her truthfully that she is the most beautiful little girl in the whole world!

I do have quite a few writing projects to catch up on (I've owed an Abaddon post since EASTER, and I've been writing Tiki and Greyspell in the Barrens for ... since Walks began Rubeus!), and now I've got another one. Livejournal, I am informed by reliable sources (Cal), has finally gone completely insane. Well, I knew that was coming. I had long since deleted my first Livejournal, and a few years back I deleted my replacement LJ due to drama and woe. I've had a good time here at DW, but I kept a single LJ for purposes of story archives and for keeping up with the few LJ people who didn't transfer here, and who still spoke to me (a surprisingly small Venn overlap). This LJ was for Greyspell, and was begun for an RP dressing-room writing community Lyn told me about. The writing community went defunct when most of the players went elsewhere (having finally perfected their characters?), but I kept the LJ as an archive, and filled it in with some of Greyspell's blog posts from another site. The blogs were fun to write, I guess, but I always felt uncomfortable posting his journal entries in public because he is a ridiculously private person.

In any case, I might spend the morning grabbing up all of those stories and blog posts, and dumping them under - respectively - 'wow.fic' and 'pedantic soliloquoys' tags here, so I can delete that last remaining LJ.

Of course, I could also catch up on all of my emails. I have another entry cooking about how I always feel guilty leaving emails unanswered to write journal entries. SO HARD TO BE A WORKING ADULT WITH CHORES.

Oh! And ALSO. Tattoo happens on Friday. :D I am all in a flather and a tizzy, because the ink I want is Elu Thingol's badge (you may recognize it as my default user icon), but I cannot find a decent representation of it on the entire Internets, and I'd like to have something better for Vanessa to work with than "Hello I am a GIF pixelation with the wrong palette" for something that is going to be permanently displayed on my foxy sculpted shoulder.