My back has been killing me for a week now. Between the hotel bed and the shoveling and handling my extremely impish pup, I have strained the muscles that have given me troubles on and off since college. And I can't take the meds I used to, cause of my stoopit blood thinner. (freckin' reckin') Also, I am, how do you say, grody to the max, cause I am unshowered today. (grumble, grumble)
That's it for the whiny part of my post...hmm...or is it?
I'm having difficulty keeping up with housework since my back's giving me troubles, but also because I really, really despise cleaning. So boring, I want to pluck my eyes straight out me head. Would much rather spend the day reading prawn, er, working on my ficathon story. Ultimately, I believe beta was correct in initial assessment. More must be added and I need to finish it already.
Oh, and the other thing that's been kind of hellish of late is that everyone in my house has been taking turns getting up at all different times throughout the night. And last night, when littlest joined us at 1:30am, husband had left Lies My Parents Told Me on extra loud, so I couldn't fall back to sleep. Quite disorienting to wake up to that ep. Does not make me happy to see Giles betray Buffy again. It makes no sense that the Scoobies trusted her judgment for all those years when it came to everything, and suddenly in the seventh season, stop. Why, I ask you, why? And, of course, it turns out she's right about everything, as always. Stupid Scoobies. I made up for angsty ep by watching Starstruck
on cable. I loves that silly film. Dig my favorite song
from it. Never thought I'd miss the 80's.
And last, but not least, I would like to wish ladyforash
the happiest of days on this, the day of her birth. Happy Birthday!!