apocalypsos | I miss the internet. It's so ... full of porn.

I've been missing for DAYS. Hold me!

So, yeah, I worked a seventeen-hour day on Friday (which actually worked out better than I thought) and I worked last night, so I've been a bit detached from the internet even when I've been on it. The Wegmans job actually isn't bad at all -- it's just a matter of getting used to everything and I think I could really like it a lot. And apparently my team leader mentioned that they're thinking of putting me over where all of the organic and specialized foods are on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays on a regular basis starting next week, which would be cool since I like that section. (I ended up doing a bit of shopping before I went home after work and hit the tea department over there and found pumpkin spice tea. Pumpkin spice? Oh, man, I may never drink anything else AGAIN.)

I also had to go to my parents' house yesterday and give their cats ringworm medication. Funsies! There's nothing like wrestling eight cats into the right position for shoving a quarter of a pill down their throats. I feel so bad for George, too, the big friendly bruiser that he is, because there's a HUGE patch of the stuff in front of his left ear and the entire patch is scratched bloody because he keeps busting out of the cone my parents got for him. Well, really, it's made for a cat, not a dwarf tiger.

Also, writing! There's been none! Er, well, okay, I've done a lot of mental work on a few things, but mental work doesn't add words to my word count, you know what I mean? And I told myself I would get the edit on The Grand Prize Winner done by August 1st, and as the Flying Spaghetti Monster is my witness, I'll ... well, hopefully I'll get there somewhere in between two jobs and sleeping. Urgh.

That said, I don't think I'm going to get either my

vampirebigbang or my

werewolfbigbang done. I haven't started either, and while I managed to bang out my SPN Big Bang in a week and a half, I don't see that particular week and a half repeating itself anytime soon. Double urgh.

Oh, and my apartment is a pigsty. And I'm too sore and exhausted to clean today. And I'm depressed because I feel like all I do anymore is work. And I hate my cell phone because it doesn't do anything, and I'm behind on the writing meme, and I wish I could just drop everything and write, and also I want chocolate and I keep working during the hours when the outlet store that sells the cheap tasty chocolate is open. First-world problems, y'all. I has 'em.