2010-04-29
Things that are awesome:
-- I didn't overdraft my checking account like I thought I might have. Oh, thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster for that.
-- I got to do exactly what I normally do at work today rather than what I've been doing the past two days, which is dealing with an entirely different insurance plan than I usually work with. Not too bad, really -- the trouble would have come if I'd had to call someone, because while my normal plan's script is fairly loose and I can be a bit more conversational, the plan I was on had a complicated script you cannot deviate from AT ALL -- and I should hopefully get to do the same data entry I always do tomorrow. Here's hoping. *crosses fingers*
-- I get paid tomorrow! Well, technically, if I called the bank number now, the little automated voice would probably tell me it's in there, but still. Before work tomorrow I'm going to stop at Wal-mart and stock up on stuff to put in my desk at work for snacks and stuff. (I never remember to bring food with me, which ends with me hungry and buying things at the Sheetz station down the block on lunch, which ... needless to say, not a good idea.)
-- I'm almost up to 13k on my Big Bang! Somehow I managed to squeeze in almost a thousand words today. Don't ask me how. It's bits and pieces here and there, but stringing them together on Saturday should be easy enough if I play my cards right. *crosses more fingers*
-- ZOMG BOX OF CHOCOLATE IN THE MAIL. Which I was expecting because there was a bit of a chocolate exchange going on behind the scenes, and I sent out a big box of Gertrude Hawk (mmmm, that reminds me I need to stop there tomorrow and get me the maple walnut ones again because I finished them all in, like, four days, OM NOM NOM), and today there was a small box which was like the Mary Poppins carpet bag of chocolate and tea. (*squeaks* Thankyouthankyouthankyou.)
-- I went to the doctor and he didn't decide to do another root canal on me! Not that I have another toothache or that there'd be another tooth to do a root canal on, because right now I'm just peachy tooth-wise, but it'd be just my luck I'd go in there and he'd X-ray my teeth and accidentally discover that another tooth ... I don't know, contained oil and needed to have a miniature rig installed or something.
-- SPN made me happy. By being fucked-up, admittedly, but that's usually how SPN makes me happy, so YAY.
-- My mom's kitten: Still cuter than you. He licked my nose tonight. :D
-- I got to do exactly what I normally do at work today rather than what I've been doing the past two days, which is dealing with an entirely different insurance plan than I usually work with. Not too bad, really -- the trouble would have come if I'd had to call someone, because while my normal plan's script is fairly loose and I can be a bit more conversational, the plan I was on had a complicated script you cannot deviate from AT ALL -- and I should hopefully get to do the same data entry I always do tomorrow. Here's hoping. *crosses fingers*
-- I get paid tomorrow! Well, technically, if I called the bank number now, the little automated voice would probably tell me it's in there, but still. Before work tomorrow I'm going to stop at Wal-mart and stock up on stuff to put in my desk at work for snacks and stuff. (I never remember to bring food with me, which ends with me hungry and buying things at the Sheetz station down the block on lunch, which ... needless to say, not a good idea.)
-- I'm almost up to 13k on my Big Bang! Somehow I managed to squeeze in almost a thousand words today. Don't ask me how. It's bits and pieces here and there, but stringing them together on Saturday should be easy enough if I play my cards right. *crosses more fingers*
-- ZOMG BOX OF CHOCOLATE IN THE MAIL. Which I was expecting because there was a bit of a chocolate exchange going on behind the scenes, and I sent out a big box of Gertrude Hawk (mmmm, that reminds me I need to stop there tomorrow and get me the maple walnut ones again because I finished them all in, like, four days, OM NOM NOM), and today there was a small box which was like the Mary Poppins carpet bag of chocolate and tea. (*squeaks* Thankyouthankyouthankyou.)
-- I went to the doctor and he didn't decide to do another root canal on me! Not that I have another toothache or that there'd be another tooth to do a root canal on, because right now I'm just peachy tooth-wise, but it'd be just my luck I'd go in there and he'd X-ray my teeth and accidentally discover that another tooth ... I don't know, contained oil and needed to have a miniature rig installed or something.
-- SPN made me happy. By being fucked-up, admittedly, but that's usually how SPN makes me happy, so YAY.
-- My mom's kitten: Still cuter than you. He licked my nose tonight. :D
My icon speaks for me.
Okay, show of hands ... who's still working on their Big Bang?
I'm at 13k, give or take. I am not allowed to leave this chair and go to the futon until I crack 14k. Of course, usually when I say I am not allowed to do something until I write blah-blah-blah, nothing happens and I fall asleep on the couch watching the tail end of Seconds From Disaster episodes on YouTube, since National Geographic is exactly the sort of asshat organization that plows through YouTube deleting the first section of episodes people have uploaded while leaving the last four sections there to taunt you. Ugh, my disaster doc geek pet peeve, let me show you it.
Anyway, the fic. I feel like I am going to need to go back and watch the episodes with Ellen and Mary again when I'm editing because, well, the muse sprung at me so suddenly I didn't have much of a chance to get their speech patterns and whatnot in my head for writing purposes. Hence I'm sitting her wondering if I'm writing them the right way or not and knowing what happens when I just plow ahead in a story regardless of whether or not the characters and their actions feel right. (Granted, I'll have a while to fix this. *Still*.)
If I get this done and sent in on time, I'm totally spending all of Sunday drinking Smirnoff, eating bacon double cheeseburger pizza, and catching up on The Vampire Diaries. Of course, that's a big IF.
... aw, fuck it, I'm moving to the futon. I am not presently nor formerly the vice-president, the secretary, or the treasurer of this desk chair's fan club.
I'm at 13k, give or take. I am not allowed to leave this chair and go to the futon until I crack 14k. Of course, usually when I say I am not allowed to do something until I write blah-blah-blah, nothing happens and I fall asleep on the couch watching the tail end of Seconds From Disaster episodes on YouTube, since National Geographic is exactly the sort of asshat organization that plows through YouTube deleting the first section of episodes people have uploaded while leaving the last four sections there to taunt you. Ugh, my disaster doc geek pet peeve, let me show you it.
Anyway, the fic. I feel like I am going to need to go back and watch the episodes with Ellen and Mary again when I'm editing because, well, the muse sprung at me so suddenly I didn't have much of a chance to get their speech patterns and whatnot in my head for writing purposes. Hence I'm sitting her wondering if I'm writing them the right way or not and knowing what happens when I just plow ahead in a story regardless of whether or not the characters and their actions feel right. (Granted, I'll have a while to fix this. *Still*.)
If I get this done and sent in on time, I'm totally spending all of Sunday drinking Smirnoff, eating bacon double cheeseburger pizza, and catching up on The Vampire Diaries. Of course, that's a big IF.
... aw, fuck it, I'm moving to the futon. I am not presently nor formerly the vice-president, the secretary, or the treasurer of this desk chair's fan club.