It’s 5 am. I’m up because I had a bad dream. I don’t really remember it, except it involved practical jokes and Mark Zuckerberg.
{{{Sari}}}, thinking good luck thoughts for you!!
Turns out the sealant we tried to fix the a/c leak with was a wash–we ended up using plumber’s tape. Which I suggested in the first place, but Roomie said she didn’t think it would work and wasn’t a permanent enough solution. I didn’t want a permanent solution, I wanted something that would hold for a month or so and then I could call a repair-person to fix it once air conditioning was no longer a must-have for the summer. But it’s working now, and there don’t seem to be leaks, but I’ll be checking fairly regularly until we get it fixed-fixed.
I’m thinking I need to actually accomplish something this weekend, because I’ve spent most of the last two weeks whining about various body parts aching and not even crocheting on the couch at night or anything. I’ve got a quilt all cut and sorted that just needs to be pieced together, a stitching project that I meant to have finished by the end of next week so Roomie could take it to her boyfriend when she goes to see him for his birthday, and I’ve probably got at least one baby blanket in progress back with all my yarn stuff. The house could also use a cleaning. Like, a real one. But I’m still feeling pretty lazy.
TL;DR–The house is cool and I’m whiny. 
Trust me on this one, few hangovers are worse than a tequila hangover. God awful. Don’t even go there.
I bought a high end tequila the other day that’s flavored with Jalapenos. It’s um, interesting? Certainly cuts down on any temptation toward over-consumption.
Or you could wake FCD up with a shower.
Step 1. Open fridge
Step 2. Get out water pitcher :eek:
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Step Last. Run like 'ell! 
It can hold quite a while- a friend of my brother bought a house a year or so back, and when they decided to do some renovation, they found that all the joins and bends in the water pipes were made entirely out of tape. Apparently the plumber they freaked out and called was thoroughly impressed- he reckoned it’d be much harder to do that than just using the proper stuff.
Remembered to go cancel the rent payment for the current house- bets on whether or not the ex-housemate will remember to cancel her share, which goes into my account. I’ll give it her back straight away if she forgets, but I don’t really feel like reminding her…
Anyway, hugs 'n booze to them that need it- there seems to be a lot of stress around today.
blurf.
that is all.
except to say T. G. I. F.
So much for my last day of employment…they have asked me to come back after my holiday now as their newbie can’t start until 23rd September and that’s Welcome Week for the new students so it will be chaos here. Thus, being a good person, I have agreed and will be back here on the 16th September with my little army of pointy stick-wielding Sri Lankan spiders ready to kick everyone back into shape.
Back to irk today. Blurf
Thank y’all for the crossed fingers and appendages, hugs and well wishes!
I’m just sitting here waiting. They are on California time so I won’t hear anything until at least noon my time.
**Lieu ** I’ve never had a tequila hangover. I’m one of those fortunate people who never got hangovers. However, the time I drank an entire of bottle of Mad Dog, I was sick for two days.
**Spidey ** I had an ex years ago who’d sometimes come by and spend the night. He was notoriously hard to wake up in the morning and I’d try until I had to leave for work.
One day he blamed me because he was late for work and said it was my fault for not trying hard enough to wake him.
Don’t ever piss me off by blaming me for something that I did (or didn’t) do.
The next time he wouldn’t get up, I got a big 64oz big gulp cup, filled it up with ice and water, pulled out his waistband and poured it down his pants.
He woke up, his roar probably woke up half the neighborhood.
I ran like hell, I ran like the devil was on my ass like hell, I ran like I knew I was gonna die like hell.
The next time I told him to get up he was up, dressed, and out the door before his feet ever touched the ground.
Taught him a lesson and lived to tell about it too.
I’m seriously considering trading a paid for, reasonably practical, family toting crossover in for a tiny, extremely impractical, expensive to maintain, stiff riding but exhilerating sports car. So, how many smart decisions do we have to make before we get to do do something stupid? Is there a number? Please let it be one digit.
Bwhaaa, love it!
I didn’t have to resort to an ice water shower - he got up on his own a few minutes after I posted. So we made ourselves presentable, had a nice breakfast, then went to Prince Frederick so I could do my drug test.
It’s starting to rain a bit. I don’t feel like doing anything, but I do need to empty the dishwasher. I’ve also got to check for an email from the company that will do my security check. It’s all moving right along, so yay! And I think I’ll sort thru all my wool yarn and see if I can come up with some neat patterns to make stuff to sell. Maybe some shawls??
Whatever works…
Howdy Y’all! Time for N.O.L. which is cheeze crackers and a diet Poopsie today cause I’m not all that hongry but need to eat sump’n. Tonight has been decreed pizza night even though I said I’d make chikin nachos. Hey, I ain’t buyin’ so it’s all good.
Yay for FCD bein’ home in one piece!
sari you are evil. I like that in a person. 
I’m being a bum today too. This PPD sucks.
Got out of class early. Yay!
Maybe today I can get some stuff done that I was supposed to have done earlier on in the week.
Today is not very exciting at work. Roomie has decided that she wants to DO THINGS (her exact words) this weekend. After very little discussion, our THINGS will probably be a trip to Smashburger and the craft store tonight, followed by a weekend spent sitting on the couch and making crap while watching Ghost Shark and whatever other terrible things we can find on the Tivo or Netflix.
Most dogs I’ve known had gas that smelled MUCH worse than their solid output.
I’ve been doing battle with setting up a new laptop. Took me an annoyingly absurd length of time just to get my e-mail back the way I wanted it (transferring Thunderbird info between two computers is much harder than I think it really needs to be), and the learning curve on Windows 8 is VERY steep. There is a reason I shelled out for the doorstop “Windows 8 for Dummies”. 
Hugs, sympathy, laughs, etc., to all, take what you need or want.
I probably should have done that. There are undoubtedly some really cool features I totally don’t know about because I’m too busy swearing at the tiles.
My friend fostered a dog. She was a very nice dog, but as for the gas… Let’s just say that pitbull farts are more lethal than pitbull bites. Ew. 
I have a driving lesson today. Let’s see if I remember how to drive. Hmm, the pedal on the right is the one that stops the car, correct? 
I have found that there is nothing more putrid than kitten farts. You’re sitting there with an adorable kitten, scratching its tiny little tummy while it tries to eat your hand, and then … OMG WHAT DID YOU EAT???
Surgery went well. In addition to nipping out he expected disk material that was pressing on nerves, he found and removed some unexpected bone spurs. :eek:
Still in lala land thanks to the anaesthesA, Percocet and Valium. Of to mention a out two hours sleep last night.
Some of my backpAy is in today. When I’m menyLly competent, I need to get an accounting of all my diAbity pay to make sure they’re not cheating me.