I'm having attacks of "YOU MESSED SOMETHING UP AND THE WORLD IS ENDING" brainspiders over a mistake someone else made that wasn't my fault.
Furry artwork in which the character's tails are growing out of the middles of their backs. I know it's to show off ass but THAT'S NOT WHERE THE TAILBONE IS.
I'm now going to be pissed off all week because I got reminded of the antis who claimed that it was the equivalent of child grooming to say to a near-adult neurotypical teenager smart enough to operate a computer "hey, this thing THAT WILL POISON YOU looks sort of like food and that's funny BECAUSE IT WILL POISON YOU".
Me: *leaves mug of tea unattended for five minutes to brew* Fruit fly: *manages to dive into my tea and drown in that time*
Can’t get into the bathroom at work because the door handle is busted. Coworkers left a bunch of shit unfinished for me to deal with after closing. I hate this place.
My brain has decided I can't go to sleep without having something to eat first. (Also I haven't taken my bedtime meds yet.) But also, hey: exdys which has prevented me from fucking getting up and getting something, anything, to eat. It's 3 in the morning, I want to go the fuck to sleep please.
as much as I love winter, I hate having to get out of the bed in the mornings because it's fucking freezing
I've started a new dnd campaign with some people i met online. session zero was last week and they spent three hours building characters and getting to know each other. This week was session one and they did a pretty good job getting through my puzzles and stuff. Then yesterday two people contacted me saying they didn't like their characters and wanted to reroll. The characters they spent three hours carefully crafting as a group. Because they didn't think they meshed well with the mood of the group.
Bought a pair of shorts off eBay tagged with my size, and they're a good two or three sizes too small >:(
Steroids. Useful as fuck but I'm very sick of being on them already and I still have 2 months plus a week to go.
The outside drain got blocked again, my sink keeps refilling with filthy water, and I'm pretty sure the same thing happened in the washing machine and is why I found my recently washed laundry full of maggots. EWWWWW.
Yeah, it's super gross. Plumber came and assured me it wasn't actually outside water, just gross murky sediment from the pipe. He thinks he's fixed it but I'm hesitant to try it. Cleaning chemicals still soaking in the pipes. Mother took away two bin bags of previously-infested and now-boiled clothes to wash them for me while I wait. I'm still coming down from having been pretty badly panicked because I hate maggots and I also hate killing things but I have to to get rid of them.
Maggots are fucking gross no matter where encountered. Bad enough in an exploding tin of fly blown dog meat (Adventures in RetailTM) but in your actual clothes? Ugh. I seriously hope.its sorted out.
I'm washing down my kitchen with boiling water. Which it's too damn hot to be doing but it's the only way to be sure they're all gone >:(
Boys. Boys are annoying me. (Obligatory not all boys no-one on this forum disclaimer, yadda yadda yadda) Just you know, boys. Ugh.