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Ayyyyyooowwwwweeee. Urf. This is the noise I find myself making because, no word of a lie, I have spent so much time sat in front of a computer for work and study purposes this past month and more, combined with getting nowhere near enough exercise because the weather and the dark and the work and the studying keep intervening, that my BUTTOCK MUSCLES have lost tone and now my arse is sore. From being sat on. Oh the indignity. Oh the discomfort. Ohhhh so the perfect solution is apparently not to inexpertly attempt yoga stretches (not least because the cat comes and rubs against my face - itchy - or climbs me - claw-y), so I am thinking that after this large glass of red wine I should go out for a relaxing stroll, as it is crispy clear and frosty dark outside with a bit of a moon. Hopefully will not get eaten by trowies*.
Oh - yes- now I remember why i was livejournaling at all tonight: because I am DOOMED. I let the cat sleep on the bed. Several times. And now she thinks she's supposed to sleep there. I AM STILL ALLERGIC. And I am not used to other live things in the bedroom, so sometimes when she walks about on me while I'm asleep I wake up in insta-terror, convinced that an INHUMAN THING is attacking me, when in fact it's just an inhuman feline wanting food/let out of the house, usually at three bastarding AM. I should put a stop to this, but she has taken to walking up the bed and collapsing with a sigh, legs stuck out, and head on the pillow. I don't know how one defends against that.
*trolls
Wheeeeeeeere is my new letter rescinding the IN ERROR (bastards, you ruined my weekend!) pay offer for my job-becoming-permanent? Fretting shall not ease till I have received it and checked and double checked that it says what it is supposed to! Er, thank you people who were supportive as I freaked the fuck out. It is possible I am prone to catastrophising. A bit. (Yes, I need the therapy. It is on my to-do lsit?)
In not-going-to-MJ-news, I see panel lists are up. And one is titled COME HERE, WATSON, I NEED YOU
I NEED THIS PANEL. BALLS TO EVERYTHING!
I also need several other panels, including the Avengers one (MORE BALLS) and and and and and - basically, testicular disgruntlement, I express it. Loudly!
Just emailed heironymousmosh (why does the name go away when i use the lj user code? I just get a wee lj person symbol and no actual name. Annoying!) to bewail lack of wine in the house. Then realised I do have wine, but swore to self I would write at least 500 words of dissertation draft and read at least one chapter of Culturing Wilderness in Jasper National Park: Studies in Two Centuries of Human History in the Upper Athabasca River Watershed. I really, really hate being responsible, guys. (Yes, 500 words is responsible. I am an amazingly slow writer of academic papers and the like.)