Gah! Hectic much? Methinks yes...
I was nonstop this weekend, which normally wouldn't be a good thing, but my stress and anxiety are mounting and go-go-going when I'm in such a state makes for an unhappy Evil.
I worked all weekend. Then, I worked today, too. My weekend went something like this:
Friday: Work. 5:30am to 8pm. Two hours off mid day. See previous entry.
Saturday: Up at the ass crack of dawn (though still considered "sleeping in" for me) to head to Keene with the traveling carnival that is Devil's Champion. Watch their wicked fucking sweet First Show Ever. Sunburn (havn't had one of those all summer.) Load. Drive. Unload. ...Work. 5pm to 8pm.
Sunday: Work. 5am to 10:am. Driiiiive to Nashua, then to Derry. Hang out with my favorite Wee Ones and the ever wonderous Lilly Monster. Finally got to meet evldedgrl aaaand WugglyUmp! Then off to see the footage of aforementioned show. No food for the Evilness that is me makes for a fairly cranky...Evilness..?
Today: Woke up when I should've been leaving for work, showed up a little late but ended up being the only person there until sometime around 8:30. A coworker brought her teenaged daughters in - both of whom were slightly frightened of me at first. After an hour or so of watching me as if I was going to rip them apart, one of them finally asked me about my piercings...
By the time I was ready to leave for the day, they told me that I was "super nice." I am, in fact, "a lot nicer than they thought I'd be." They also told me that I look like I'm sixteen.
Really? I always get told I look older than I really am. It floored me...
Tonight, Brian666 gets to meet mi madre. Gah! I do hope he's prepared.
Tomorrow: Court. At 8am, no less. Wish me luck, please, as I'm going to need it muchly.
Thankyouthankyouthankyou to those of you who give a damn about me and my bloody vagina. You may [or may not...] be happy to know that it's finally stopped bleeding. Pretty much, anyway. Yay for that.
My anxiety, however, is still at a level far higher than I'd like it to be at. My ideal level of anxiety being zero, and my current level being somewhere around 20437509809238470986234point5. No, thank you, sir. I don't like it.
Gah. To add to this stress: I have an appointment today with my Doc regarding my hoo-ha. I'm nervous! And gelatinous.
It's been a long time since I've bared my naked vagina for someone I was not - ahem - getting intimate with, and the last time I did such a thing was to get little dangly bits of metal attached to my no-no spots.
Soon, I start the hunt for web space. I have, aparently, been put in charge of All Things Computater for the Devil's Champion crew..? I guess it's a good thing I'm such a nerd, what with my obsession for this intraweb shtuff, aye?
Speaking of those bastards - have I mentioned yet that they were Super Keen (with a Capital SK!) this weekend? They were, and they have the video footage to prove it. Have I told you lately that I <3 you bastards?
I've really gotta stop with this not eating for a day or so at a time crap. I didn't eat yesterday. At all, I don't think. And as of yet, I've still not eaten.
It gives me a headache like whoa, son.
Alas, Fair SGland...I'm off and running...
Leave me whatever bits of love you have to offer. Every tidbit helps!
I was nonstop this weekend, which normally wouldn't be a good thing, but my stress and anxiety are mounting and go-go-going when I'm in such a state makes for an unhappy Evil.
I worked all weekend. Then, I worked today, too. My weekend went something like this:
Friday: Work. 5:30am to 8pm. Two hours off mid day. See previous entry.
Saturday: Up at the ass crack of dawn (though still considered "sleeping in" for me) to head to Keene with the traveling carnival that is Devil's Champion. Watch their wicked fucking sweet First Show Ever. Sunburn (havn't had one of those all summer.) Load. Drive. Unload. ...Work. 5pm to 8pm.
Sunday: Work. 5am to 10:am. Driiiiive to Nashua, then to Derry. Hang out with my favorite Wee Ones and the ever wonderous Lilly Monster. Finally got to meet evldedgrl aaaand WugglyUmp! Then off to see the footage of aforementioned show. No food for the Evilness that is me makes for a fairly cranky...Evilness..?
Today: Woke up when I should've been leaving for work, showed up a little late but ended up being the only person there until sometime around 8:30. A coworker brought her teenaged daughters in - both of whom were slightly frightened of me at first. After an hour or so of watching me as if I was going to rip them apart, one of them finally asked me about my piercings...
By the time I was ready to leave for the day, they told me that I was "super nice." I am, in fact, "a lot nicer than they thought I'd be." They also told me that I look like I'm sixteen.
Really? I always get told I look older than I really am. It floored me...
Tonight, Brian666 gets to meet mi madre. Gah! I do hope he's prepared.
Tomorrow: Court. At 8am, no less. Wish me luck, please, as I'm going to need it muchly.
Thankyouthankyouthankyou to those of you who give a damn about me and my bloody vagina. You may [or may not...] be happy to know that it's finally stopped bleeding. Pretty much, anyway. Yay for that.
My anxiety, however, is still at a level far higher than I'd like it to be at. My ideal level of anxiety being zero, and my current level being somewhere around 20437509809238470986234point5. No, thank you, sir. I don't like it.
Gah. To add to this stress: I have an appointment today with my Doc regarding my hoo-ha. I'm nervous! And gelatinous.
It's been a long time since I've bared my naked vagina for someone I was not - ahem - getting intimate with, and the last time I did such a thing was to get little dangly bits of metal attached to my no-no spots.
Soon, I start the hunt for web space. I have, aparently, been put in charge of All Things Computater for the Devil's Champion crew..? I guess it's a good thing I'm such a nerd, what with my obsession for this intraweb shtuff, aye?
Speaking of those bastards - have I mentioned yet that they were Super Keen (with a Capital SK!) this weekend? They were, and they have the video footage to prove it. Have I told you lately that I <3 you bastards?
I've really gotta stop with this not eating for a day or so at a time crap. I didn't eat yesterday. At all, I don't think. And as of yet, I've still not eaten.
It gives me a headache like whoa, son.
Alas, Fair SGland...I'm off and running...
Leave me whatever bits of love you have to offer. Every tidbit helps!
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metal in private areas? yum.
k, bye.