things and stuff

I ordered a copy of the dr. bronner documentary film today. I'd seen it some months back with seattlejo but I wanted a copy for myself - I went for the DVD + soap package (I prefer watching movies on my TV whenever possible, and I do like their soap, it was a pretty sweet deal) but they have the movie up for download for a fairly small fee ($8 I think? might be less). It's really worth the money if you like documentaries or even just quirky movies - he lived a fascinating life and he was indeed certifiable.

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Clickie from the most excellent purplewaxhand: IVR hacks. To get around those damnable voice recordings on phone systems. Good stuff.

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Slept until 11:30 today. Managed to straighten out apartment ... vaguely. Still have laundry to fold and boxes to take down to recycling area. I hate sleeping so late but the body insists on it. I feel like Pizpot Gargravarr from 'Restaurant at the End of the Universe' except my arguments never involve sex and fishing, they involve sleep versus having a damn life. Just - augh. It's starting to really get to me.

Also, still have not heard back from psychiatrist types. Really need to find someone soon. Do not want to go calling through all $HUGE_VAL psychiatrists in the Premera directory. Anyone have any recommendations? Seattle preferred but busable parts of the surrounding area might be okay for the right person.

I hate this. I really, really, really hate this. So much. The body and mind are unstable and at odds, I don't have enough time to do the things I want, pain and tiredness. Hate this.

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I'll be scarce tomorrow - still not watching House and trying to avoid spoilers. Will be scarce from messengers tonight for the same reason. I have it on reasonable authority that the sad storyline that's really bugging me will be at its conclusion with the new episode on the 14th of October, so I'll be back in the loop then. (brain is panic-level unstable about this. hate it. so much. there's a tiny little voice in the back of my mind that wants to say people are laughing at me, even though I know the ones that matter aren't. I will distract this voice, somehow. Possibly by throwing a movie and knitting project at it.

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september roundup post

A grand total of six. *sighs* AUGH. A few things in development also. But I really do want to do better than six. Five fandom pieces, one not.

true north strong and free house/cuddy friendship. angsty, for me.

life is short (eat dessert first) house/wilson. seduction of a sort. there is fruit, and cookies, and pudding. and artfully carved bananas.

five kinky drabbles (1) house/wilson. what it says on the tin, there.

private afterparty. house/wilson. there is wine tasting, and a louis the somethingorotherth reproduction chair is somewhat ruined. porn with a tiny plot chaser to cleanse the palate.

performative nonnormative: the house variations (5-?) at least I managed to get this started up again, if nothing else.

Non-fanfic: the man at the end of the world (1-?) (friendslocked because I might want to do something with it) Oh, Ross, I have missed you. <3

six. bah. *sulks in a corner*

augh augh augh augh AUGH JESUS EFFING CHRIST ON A RUSTED TELEPHONE POLE

a small but irritating part of my evening

There is this woman currently updating the student information portal at Sean's school, and whatever she's doing, she's going about it wrong, because an email gets sent out with EVERY SINGLE UPDATE. (i know there are ways to do this without sending out an email every single time. i don't know how to work the thing, but I have never been this irritated before, so.)

I have gotten about THIRTY COPIES of essentially the SAME USELESS EMAIL in the past TWO HOURS.

I am DECIDEDLY NOT IMPRESSED.

NEW RULE: THOU SHALT KNOW HOW THE DAMNED THING WORKS BEFORE YOU DECIDE TO PLAY WITH IT, OR I SHALT COME UP THERE AND KICK THINE ASS FOR THEE. AMEN, PRAISE ALLAH, HAVE A NICE DAY.

(it's about student banking. ironically this is a service sponsored by, you guessed it, washington mutual. baby's first bank failure for the LOSE.)

twits

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