and blisters on my hands from burning-hot plates. I am remembering why I was so eager to quit waiting tables back in the day, and wondering if I really can do this for an entire summer.
I need fewer shifts.
On the one hand, I need to eat. Yesterday I ate half a side of cheddar grits and half a grilled cheese sandwich with a handful of potato chips with a 15 hour (SERIOUSLY) work day at the restaurant (I am a waitress this summer); today I ate a side of sausage (two small patties) and then five or six bites of this delicious cold noodle salad that I made earlier this week (last week? what day is it?) when I got home. Since Friday I have slept maybe 9 hours total and worked about 30.
On the other hand, because I have worked 30 hours on my feet over the last 2 1/2 days, walking hurts so much I haven’t gotten off the couch since I got home.
On the one hand, I can use my cell phone, sitting right in front of me next to this laptop, to order food that will be made by other people and delivered to my home.
On the other hand, I’d eventually have to get up to answer the door.
On the one hand I really want sushi or something super vegetable-y (or both, preferably both), which is best acquired via delivery.
On the other hand, see: getting up.
On the other-other hand, cooking requires much more getting up. And staying up, for that matter.
I’m hungry. Someone please help.
I made this wallpaper for my computer, though I changed it recently. I kind of want it back, now, though, just because this hellhole of a weekend makes me want to crawl into these curtains with him (or anyone) for a big, warm hug.
Jeeeez. Rest in peace.
Before the finale I probably would’ve said Charlie (drowning really gets to me in general, but the whole “Not Penny’s Boat” thing was just… just… god, I bawled), but I cried so hard during this I could barely see the TV screen. Those two together mark the two times a character I had haaaaated for at least a season made me bawl and beg for them to live again. Goddamn, this show is so good.
far enough away to be silent flashes behind the reflection of the tv on the window.
how poetic of me.
- Marge: Homer! Where have you been?
- Homer: Arghlarfaragaragh!
- Lisa: Daaaad, are you becoming a Muncher?
- Homer: I think the better brains is are you brains a-brains!
This I can honestly say I don’t have. I’ve never read a LOST fanfic and never wanted to. I like the show just the way it is and have no desire to see any part of it expanded in fanfic form. (And I don’t really ‘ship anyone in that way [except maybe Des and Pen, whose show story is more than satisfying to me], except maybe Jears.)
The first one I saw was brown. The one I just saw is grey. MY ROOMMATE AND I ARE CLEAN PEOPLE. WHAT IS GOING ON??
You scare me and I don’t want you in my house! I got you a live trap, the kind with peanut butter inside and I will let you go in the alley, I promise I promise I promise just get in the trap! Please stop running around the edges of my living room I’m scared!!
Lost Verticals Daily. Lots and lots of awesome laughs.
Um. Well. What do I want to admit to having read? Or… written? Ok, so I’m admitting nothing on the latter front, but I have read a good bit of fanfic in my day. Hm. Let me think.
Ok, I thought, and I’m back. I’m going with Journal, 1999 by MD1016, an X-Files fanfic I read ages ago that, if I’m remembering it right, is one of the most epic and incredible fics out there. It’s the first six months of the alien invasion from Scully’s perspective and it’s got everything: action, suspense, emotion, romance. I ‘shipped (and still ‘ship) Mulder/Scully hard, and this fic is so good it could have been part of the show.