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Apr. 14th, 2015 09:57 pmToday sucked like a vacuum cleaner made out of a black hole.
Power went out -- we'd had advanced notice (doing work blah blah blah) but without estimated times or durations. I woke up at 8:30, possibly awoken by the power going out; by 3:30, when I left for chorus, it was still out. (It's back on now at least.) I only had internet through my phone (and with no idea how long the outage would last, didn't want to overuse it), didn’t have computer, didn’t have microwave or hot water (at least my stove is gas, so I could have coffee), etc. At least I could crochet...
Also my grandma died today (not unexpected, but fuck cancer) and I am not as sad as I feel like I ought to be. (Like I’m being a bad granddaughter for not caring, or something.) Did I mention fuck cancer?
And I had to go in person to my doctor to get a fucking physical paper prescription for Vicodin to take to the pharmacy because of the stupid regulations that are in place. Fuck the war on drugs, anyway.
And I had a meeting tonight that I didn’t want to have to go to argh, except I ditched last month because it was right on the heels of Rehearsal Hell Week.
I am full of mrgh.
(...which I accidentally mistyped as meth, whoops.)
Power went out -- we'd had advanced notice (doing work blah blah blah) but without estimated times or durations. I woke up at 8:30, possibly awoken by the power going out; by 3:30, when I left for chorus, it was still out. (It's back on now at least.) I only had internet through my phone (and with no idea how long the outage would last, didn't want to overuse it), didn’t have computer, didn’t have microwave or hot water (at least my stove is gas, so I could have coffee), etc. At least I could crochet...
Also my grandma died today (not unexpected, but fuck cancer) and I am not as sad as I feel like I ought to be. (Like I’m being a bad granddaughter for not caring, or something.) Did I mention fuck cancer?
And I had to go in person to my doctor to get a fucking physical paper prescription for Vicodin to take to the pharmacy because of the stupid regulations that are in place. Fuck the war on drugs, anyway.
And I had a meeting tonight that I didn’t want to have to go to argh, except I ditched last month because it was right on the heels of Rehearsal Hell Week.
I am full of mrgh.
(...which I accidentally mistyped as meth, whoops.)