I am awake. This is what's considered an accomplishment.

You know what doesn't help with stopping me from making crack fannish theories?

( Stuff like these two SPN spoilers )

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A few things about the state of me:

-- I have to go to the dentist in a couple of hours for an x-ray because my one wisdom tooth is KILLING me. I've been taking painkillers non-stop for something like a week and a half. He probably won't be able to take it out today since I'll probably have to see an oral surgeon, which sucks on toast because now that I'm on an 8-4 schedule I don't have a lot of choices for when to get it done and I can't take any time off since I just started. The only thing I can hope for if they don't have weekend hours is that the oral surgeon has hours on Black Friday, because I don't have to work that day and it's the only weekday I have until Christmas.

I just need this tooth out in the worst way, you have no freaking clue. When it wakes you up in the middle of the night because the painkillers wear off at two in the morning, that's not good.

-- I kinda love my job. Have I said that lately? Looooove my job. Well, okay, with the caveat that I love it as long as I get the position I was promised when I signed up where I wouldn't have to be on the phones as much. There was some confusion over that when we talked about it with the trainer, and I didn't get to make sure I was before I left on Friday, so I guess I'm going to have to double-check with my next trainer on Monday.

-- I still have to finish Heroine Addiction. The bright side is that in training, there's really a lot of time to scribble down notes and bits of fic, so I've gotten stuff done this week. The downer is that I've been trying not to write anything else until I finish that since it's only four lousy chapters, but this week's been a bit distracting so I haven't been able to get them done like I'd like.

Success!

I am now scheduled to have the first of my two remaining wisdom teeth removed in two weeks. Granted, it's two weeks of mainlining painkillers, but it's with my own damn dentist and just knowing I'll be getting it done is enough to make me feel better.

Okay!

*rubs hands together*

Now it's time to write. I am not allowed to get up from this chair until I have a chapter finished. HMPH.

No, you can't have a pony.

My MP3 player is missing. MISSING, I TELL YOU.

I will bet you dollars to donuts that the damn thing is in the pocket of something I just put through the laundry and I'll find it when I go through the huge pile of washed clothes to put them away. The only other option is that somebody fished it out of my purse at work, but I highly doubt it considering how long my purse would have to be out of my possession for anyone to find a teeny tiny 8GB generic excuse for an MP3 player that's the same color as the lining of my purse and is usually stuck under my 200-page editing copy of Heroine Addiction, a paperback, my netbook, two different notebooks and the folder for my training worksheets. (Seriously, the only reason I've got all that crammed into a purse instead of a backpack is that I'm not sure they'll let people bring in backpacks for security reasons. I can't remember the last place I worked that did, quite frankly.)

The plus side if it stays missing (and my hopes aren't high right now; I cleaned yesterday so there really isn't any place left for it to hide that I've haven't checked in the last half hour) is that I don't really use it that much lately. I don't use it at work and at home I have wireless headphones I wear because I'm a klutz who gets headphone wires caught on every protruding object I pass by and ends up yanked backward like I'm being forcefully drafted into a slapstick routine.

The downside is ... well, there's a reason I own a teeny tiny 8GB generic excuse for an MP3 player rather than an iTouch, you know what I mean?

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I have one thing to say about this upcoming week of SYTYCD.

( Insert popcorn GIF here. Spoilers, obvs. )