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So underslept. Grah. Ick. Last thing I want to do is drag my sorry self to work. But I'm gonna, because I don't have a lot of choice and it's only two more days before I have holiday anyway. I'll survive.

No lottery win. Obviously bad luck simply beset me yesterday to counter that 'brainfart' of mine and keep me in dead-end servitude. Bleh.

Only good thing to come out of yesterday was a post on Hollow City by a newbie less shy than me, basically going, "Hey, I got this letter saying 'Your character's approved' but I still can't post...". There was a follow-up already on the board about it, and both had been fixed, so I joined in. So now I can post. I have no idea how to get more involved in it, but I'm fairly sure it shouldn't be overly hard with at least two new werewolves having just joined up. Needless to say, I did not get anything done on my Sims buildings last night, spending most of it getting set up on the boards. That's tonight's little bit of fun, if I'm awake enough to pull it off.

Right. Must get myself together and get to work etc. I just want to go back to bed...

The Grump

Mar. 21st, 2006 11:29 am
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Gods, I'm knackered. Slept in this morning, barely made it into work on time (stupid fucking Northern Line; three Bank trains before the Charing Cross one turned up), and now I'm tired and I ache. There are no words for how much I do not want to be here, but here I am, weeding out the Sent folder again. Thankfully there's not a whole lot else to do that can't wait.

Still nothing from the Hollow City people. I'm putting off emailing about it because I don't want to be a nag. Plus right now, I can't be bothered.

No, I did not sleep well last night. It makes me cranky. I'm sure I'll feel better after lunch (skipped breakfast. No time. Stupid fucking Northern Line). At the moment, though, I'd like to just go home and sleep for the next three days. I didn't even have the energy to go through the Changeling sourcebooks I brought with me for the commute (Autumn People and The Enchanted, plus Commoner's Luck that I actually left in my bag by mistake; I meant to leave that one home and bring The Shadow Court with me). Wah.
thessalian: (inspired)
Predominantly for [ profile] weaselbitch: Jin Wicked has finally started selling her rattie hammocks. And she ships overseas.

I have copy typing for the first time in nearly a year. Wow. Not that it's a hard task or anything; it's just been so long...

I don't want to go home. Too much work waiting, plus tired, cranky [ profile] dodgyhoodoo who I can't lavish with attention because I don't have the time. Which might almost be able to slide out of my head for awhile under the morass of "Too tired but must work" if it weren't for the NaNoWidow stuff. Don't believe he's still doing roast dinner thing when he's as tired and hacked off as I am.

NaNoWriMo is rapidly losing its charms. I don't want to feel bad about this. I don't want to feel perennially knackered, or pressured to let people read the bloody project when they're done, and I really don't want to ignore my boyfriend on and off for a month. Right now, all I really want to do is curl up under the desk and cry. But I suppose it's just fatigue; that tends to fuck with the emotional control.

But I'm not going to curl up under the desk and cry. Frankly, I don't have time. I am going to finish my copy typing, try to get some other work done while I'm here, nap on public transport on the way home to try to get something resembling a second wind, and then get back to work, breaking for dinner at some point. There's not a whole lot else I can do.

I'll be glad when this is over.


Sep. 17th, 2005 02:57 am
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Everything seems to work. However, must rebuild Llandeilo from scratch (bar, thankfully, Bokugo). Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp.

This is why I'm up at three in the goddamn morning. Once I finally figured out how all this shit worked, I figured I'd start the build. No problem, right?

Ha. Fucking. Ha.

I'm in an explicably bad mood, and after I've done this, I am going to shower and go to bed like a sane person. Not saying the game's bad -- quite neat, the few things I've managed to make work, actually -- but bloody hell rebuilding things is going to eat up time.
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My old place of employment has fucked with my head for the last time. I know that's pretty much a given, but...

Look, this morning I noticed an envelope stamped with my old company logo, sent from their head office in Bedfordshire, postmarked 31st August. Yay!, I think. They've finally sent me my P45; I can hand that in to the new boss and make his life easier without having to nag the old boss! And lo, I found my P45. It was stapled to a payslip.

Huh?, I thought, and after seeing [ profile] dodgyhoodoo off for another day of drudgery, I padded off to the computer and checked my balance online. Surprise! I'm one old-job paycheque richer. It's supposed to go into my account on the 15th of the month. It went in day before yesterday. I've had money for two days and didn't even know it. Huh.

I suppose it never occurred to them how not paying me for two weeks might be, I dunno, fucking with my life. But I suppose that doesn't matter at the end of the day. What matters is that I can now do all those little necessary things like get a proper Travelcard (no more stupid Oyster Prepay! Woo!), top up my pay as you go mobile, and take [ profile] dodgyhoodoo out to dinner. Not to mention making an unexpected contribution to the household expenses, doing the grocery shopping and buying a few more work things, including a pair of shoes that doesn't gouge massive chunks of skin out of my heel.

I wish they hadn't left it so late, but it is a relief. I hate being skint, and I despise not being able to provide for myself to some degree, let alone not being able to contribute to the shared house. Feh.

Weekend! It's nice to be looking forward to the weekend in some capacity other than "[ profile] dodgyhoodoo's home!" Though I'll be doing a fair bit of work on Affils during the weekend, having been too tired to do much of it this week. And don't get me wrong; I do really like the job thus far. I'm just a little tired, being as how I've been getting up early when I haven't been used to it. I'll get used to it again, I'm sure.

Now; get dressed, brush hair, treat myself to bus ride to Finchley Central, try the Tube again (leaving earlier this time; the train I was on stopped at East Finchley for ages due to a defective train at Tooting Broadway), go to the bank, get money, treat myself to breakfast, and join the working masses for another day. Woo-hoo!

First Day

Aug. 31st, 2005 11:04 pm
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Well, I turned up and they had been expecting me tomorrow rather than today but were more than happy to have me start a day early. This went rather well; the office is quiet but busy with good in-depth work that I can actually get into. Some of it's donkeywork but the donkeywork needs to get done before I can get to the other stuff, like drafting out e-mails to various of the authors, reviewers and other people. It's early days, but I think I'm going to like it there.

Unfortunately, the world once again proves that it's out to get me. Took a shower before this evening's episode of Lost, and when I turned the water off, the shower attachment fell off the bracket on the wall and landed right smack in the middle of my back. Hurts like a mad bitch. I swear, the world's out to beat me up.

Beyond that, it was a good evening. Had curry delivered, watched a DVD, watched Lost. You know, usual Wednesday stuff. Still, I'm knackered, but I don't know how much sleep I'm going to get due to back pain. Which pretty obviously sucks.

Incidentally, I might be a little late for tomorrow's game. Turns out it works better for one of the bosses if he and I work staggered shifts (something about network difficulties and the address database he needs for his work sometimes only being on my computer). So I'm going to start working 10-6 and see how it goes. I'll not be much later than 7, but I probably won't quite make it in at 7. Unless I take a shorter lunch break and let it even out that way...
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I think the interview went fairly well. They're going to make their decision today and contact the agency with it, so I'm thinking I'll hear tomorrow at the latest. Gleep.

Still tired, though thankfully I got a bit of a second wind for the interview. Hungry, but can't really be arsed to produce anything edible at the moment. Not to mention the fact that, what with the stress and everything, every time I eat anything remotely substantial I get nauseous. Which is great if I actually wanted to be on a diet, but otherwise, not so good.

Now: do I work on Affils, keep going on those 7th Sea-themed Sims 2 uni majors and careers, make up some new Sim-Llandeilo Sims and lots, or just veg out in front of a DVD (though not sure what I'd watch)?
thessalian: (inspired)
I got next to no sleep last night. Last time I looked at the clock, it said half-two. Then [ profile] dodgyhoodoo's cellphone mail alert kept going off, and the clock said half-five. Dozed for another couple of hours, but did not really sleep. As a result, I am tired, cranky and have frankly been in better moods. And the interview for the job I really, really want is in just over two hours.

Here's hoping I can fake good cheer, confidence and generally display anything other than Night of the Living Dead for these people.
thessalian: (inspired)
So abominably tired. Too much self-promotion, not enough self-belief. Feh.

Still, it all went quite well. Apparently this August has been really slow on the temp side (no! Really? I'd never have guessed) but things should pick up after the Bank Holiday, about which I completely forgot. I should hear about one tomorrow at the latest, I have an actual job interview on Wednesday, and hopefully things will pick up in that arena very, very soon.

Everything else ... well, kinda sucks, really. Repeat "Argh!" as appropriate, y'know?

I should be working on Affils. I really don't have the energy or inclination right now. Guess I'd better find one or the other. Hellooooo, caffeine.
thessalian: (inspired)
I've just spent the past couple of hours researching firearms for the rough guide to Signature Weapons in Affils. The things I do for projects. I swear, one of these days the MIBs are going to come to my door and I'm going to spend several hours in a room without windows explaining that no, I am not a terrorist, I just write some very weird shit. I will then ask them to go bug Robert Ludlum. I will then get the snot beaten out of me, but small price to pay if Ludlum gets it too. Someone has to pay for the Bourne Trilogy; might as well be the original culprit. Matt Damon's just too pretty to die.

[Edit: Damnit, I've had it pointed out to me that Ludlum's already dead. Either I'm going to have to find another culprit for them to beat on (maybe the scriptwriters?) or I'm going to have to get the MIBs very interested in necromancy very fast. Which brings us to another set of problems, but maybe I can set them on Poppy Z Brite after that...]

Finally got some sleep last night. Actually got to bed before 2 am, if not necessarily to sleep. Slept in until half-twelve and woke up to the smell of coffee and the sight of [ profile] dodgyhoodoo's face hovering an inch or so from mine. Evidently, he felt that I had slept in long enough. Git. But he had coffee, so hey. Anyway, fact remains that I'm still tired and will probably go to bed early. There goes the Lost premiere. But then again, I saw it when [ profile] cholten99 downloaded it ages ago, so no huge loss.
thessalian: (inspired)
Can't sleep. Stress will eat me.

Think I have an idea on the write-out. Think I'm going to wait a couple of days to work out kinks, though. It's not like it's going anywhere.

Tomorrow I will sit down and do some of the Affils work. Also probably poke around with some of the other writing projects that have lain stagnant since this whole mess started. I'm feeling drastically bad about that. Must do next [ profile] non_plot; keep myself in trim. Not-writing is ridiculous.

Not right this second, though. Just because I can't sleep doesn't mean I'm not knackered.

Can't sleep. Stress will eat me, and snores will dart in for scraps like starving hyenas.
thessalian: (innocent)
Do not want to be awake. Definitely do not want to haul arse to Canning Town. Next time, I ask where the damn agency's located before I agree to meet anybody at 10:00 a.m. Mrgh. I've applied for a few more things so I'll just have to wait and see where I get called next.

Breakfast was going to be a greasy-spoon fry-up, but given that I only just woke up, probably best to give that a miss. I'll faff about online, get trussed up in interview suit and get the righteous fuck out of here. Then do the whole testing rigamarole and amble on home again, probably via Forbidden Planet and possibly via that nice little Japanese diner place for bento. Hell, I need cheering up.

I'm not the only one, as it goes. For one reason or another, a lot of people I know are feeling frustrated and hacked off with the way life's going in general. What I really need is the ability to transport all of those people to that nice little Japanese diner place so we can all scoff Japanese food and have a time-out from it all. But at least there's meet-up happening with [ profile] dodgyhoodoo, [ profile] weaselbitch, [ profile] nadriel, Jon and Maria for pre-game drinkies and general gaming stuff. That should be fun.

Right. I have about a half-hour before I have to throw on interview suit and voom. (Thankfully it takes me very little time to get ready in the morning -- I am such a bloke.) I think I will spend that time eating my breakfast (crisps) and faffing about online. And I know that none of you expected much less.
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Still feeling punky. I hate it when I get ill like this -- apart from the ache and the bizarre lack of energy, there's not a whole lot else wrong. I was hoping to pootle out to Colindale with [ profile] dodgyhoodoo to partake of Huge Bowl o' Ramen, but at this rate I'm going to be hard pressed to work up the energy to get dressed and go out to the corner shop for smokes. Bleh.

Of course, other life-shit isn't exactly helping my energy levels any. It's not just the job thing, either, though that doesn't help (must ring the agency on Monday and find out when/if my interview with the medical insurance people is going to take place). In this case, it's more the dilemma of trying to be fair and even-handed about a situation in which the behavior of a friend can be called into question.

Okay, reportage time. I'm going to try to stick to the facts as much as possible because I really don't want to be unfair here. Now's not the time for petty recriminations and sulk-fests.

And I'm cutting this, too, because it's very long. )

Okay, that's enough of that. [ profile] dodgyhoodoo is going back to Silent Hill 4 and while it's totally creeping me out, it's like a car wreck ... replete with horrible sounds, screaming, blood and rusty twisted metal. Whee.

Incidentally: if you have problems with this entry -- if you perceive it as airing dirty laundry in public or whatever -- please keep in mind that not only am I entitled to say what I like on my journal, as you are on yours, but I have endeavoured to be as fair as possible without the invasion of privacy involved in simply copy/pasting a whole bunch of e-mails into this entry.
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* A cat peeing six inches from your face is not a good way to wake up in the morning.

* Music hath charms to make mornings not seem quite so bad.

* I should not swear in Mexican Spanish without practice and tutelage from actual Mexicans. However, despite this, I can 'speak' in the voice of a foul-mouthed, overly opinionated, rather stupid Mexican rock musician. Who knew?

* The best laid plans of mice and PCs often get left by the wayside in the face of plot. However, they're still there, waiting to be picked up.

* Too many books, not enough decisiveness to pick one to read on the way to work.

* Caffeine is a godsend.


Jun. 22nd, 2005 08:23 am
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Still home. Stupid attention-suck of a cat. I love her and everything, but 3 a.m. is not a good time to demand petting. Couldn't get back to sleep until 5. Triggered another migraine. Whoopee. Head hurts and so bored...

Where's my fucking column?
thessalian: (exasperated)
I still cannot sleep. I think it's the heat. I managed a couple of hours' worth of nap this afternoon, during which time [ profile] dodgyhoodoo did about a thousand words of something sci-fi that he seems to think is crap just because he hasn't necessarily seen plot yet. Silly man. I think it's brilliant.

Did some writing myself. That can be seen on [ profile] non_plot. My next step is to actually do something coherent, but at least with the community challenges, I keep myself in trim. I'll probably also try some of the challenges in the 'workshop' segments of the BBC Get Writing site because hell, if I'm going to ride people about actually writing, I'd be hypocrite of the century if I didn't do it myself.

I need to try to get some sleep. I don't know if I'll be able to function tomorrow if I don't. I tried the aromatherapy bath thing but only wound up feeling marginally less like someone replaced my vitreous humour with napalm.

Yuki peed on the bed. She's definitely home. She's now also being a total attention-whore with both of us, up to and including crawling into my arms because, after all, if I'm typing, I'm not petting her, and we can't have that.

Argh. I will try lying down and getting some sleep now. I don't think it'll work, though -- I seem to be too tired to even think about sleeping. Argh. Argh!
thessalian: (inspired)
It has been a long and busy week. Whee. Oh well. If I wasn't busy, I'd be bored, and I do bizarre things when I'm bored. Hell, most of my writing projects were developed when I was bored out of my skull; how much more proof do you need?

Current project is ripping the rest of my CD collection onto the Frankenbox. Hell, it can take the load now, the amount of hard disc space I've got. Which means all those Kerrang! and Metal Hammer compilations, the few old CD burns that survived the Hunter S Thompson tour, a very old burn of Ministry's Psalm 69 album (and gods how I missed Ministry -- my next acquisition will probably be A Mind is a Terrible Thing to Taste) and the (as far as I know) most recent Wildhearts CD that I bought for [ profile] cholten99 as a surprise and then discovered he already had it and then couldn't find the receipt. Whee! It's good to have the space for all my music. At least [ profile] dodgyhoodoo helped me work out the iTunes importing thing because I was kind of fucking it up before.

After that, I am going to play Sims 2, because I kind of miss my Sims. Then, if I have the energy, I have maps to do. Still not done the fucking things yet -- I never did do anything with the library maps I wrote up on lined paper at work so I had best redraw those, then do thr appropriate marking. Then I have to ask [ profile] dodgyhoodoo if he can get the network running so I can print the things (not to mention my list of items, the various riddles and the rest of it). I probably won't have much weekend after that, the shopping and Mage.

Oh yeah, the shopping. I have to get work gear. Whoopee. I hate business clothes with an unholy passion. Well, I may have to buy the fucking things, but I don't have to like them and I do not have to spend too much money on it. It will be cheap crap, but it will be businesslike cheap crap.

Too tired. Ugh.
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You are torn between the paths of dark and light.
You possess qualities of both a pure wiccan and
a dark witch, and only you can choose which one
you will truly be. Remember, magic is a power
by which you will receive back times three -
choose carefully!

Buffy Quiz: Are you dark witch Willow or pure wiccan Tara?
brought to you by Quizilla

Torn? Hardly. Balanced, more like it. And that's probably the best way to be.

Have to leave the house a touch earlier than usual tomorrow morning. I am obliged by my good Samaritanism last Friday to go to the police station and look at mug shots of teenage toerags. Whee. At least they're understanding about it at work. And you never know; might help them catch the bugger.

Morose and gloomy today. Feh. Probably just being tired.


Apr. 7th, 2005 11:51 am
thessalian: (inspired)
5:15 a.m. -- crawled into bed.

5:45 a.m. -- last recorded glance at the clock before finally getting to sleep.

10:00 a.m. -- cat starts yowling for food/attention.

10:30 a.m. -- alarm goes off.

Now I'm trying to get ready to head into London proper to meet up with [ profile] gf2e and [ profile] dodgyhoodoo for lunch. And oh boy am I tired.

Insomnia blows.
thessalian: (inspired)
My party-crazed neighbours must die. Or at least, someone needs to perform Slay Machine on their goddamn speaker system. Subwoofers are from hell, I swear. Three hours of sleep is all I managed -- bastards didn't stop the bloody fucking doof-doof-doof music until five a.m. Oh well. I can function on general lack of sleep and I'm sure I'll find some caffeine somewhere along the way today.

Not much time for a honest-to-goodness update. Not only has there not much really of note been going on (well, I mean, it's of note to me but not exactly the stuff of which grand stories are made), but I have an appointment in a half-hour or so. Meep. Meep, I tell you.

I still miss my computer.


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