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clouds of qualms burst into sunshine
Jul. 11th, 2007 01:31 pmThe world is not being good to me. I sliced my heel open at work on massive metal door, resulting in five stitches, pain, a fair amount of immobility, and an intense desire to find another godsdamned job. They kept me on for two hours on an slow day when we were clearly overstaffed and I was bleeding all over my socks. And were bitchy about it. The only problem is that I don't know what else to do. The lovely forces of capitalism have me by the short hairs. Feeling a bit trapped. I just want to go bakc to school - things make sense there, but then again I'd have to deal with all the research for my senior thesis that I'm Not Doing right now, and hello guilty anxiety.
I keep meaning to talk about Buffy here, and feeling like I have to finish one of the many lengthy essays I'm working on before I can. We've just finished the sixth season, I just bought the second, and man, I get what y'all were bitching about all those years ago - season six is lame, man. None of the characters seem like themselves. They're all just going through the motions, as it were. Spuffy makes me bad-squirmy and rageful and skeeved out leik whoa. I miss Angel. Giles needs to never leave me again.
I do have stuff waiting in the wings on Willow/Tara and Buffy/Angel and Riley and Faith, but my fannish mojo isn't going real well right now. I have zero motivation, despite the excessive fabulousness of the new laptop. The little girls want to go see OotP tonight, and I'll probably go if only to get out of the house. Foot injuries suck. And I'll cry over Sirius all over again, even though god knows I've tried to leave that verse and stop caring.
I am a ball of sunshine and kittens, I swear. There are great, huge, puffy clouds out my window racing across a very blue sky, and I can see their shadows moving over the trees. It reminds me of a storm on the Big Water, for some reason.
I keep meaning to talk about Buffy here, and feeling like I have to finish one of the many lengthy essays I'm working on before I can. We've just finished the sixth season, I just bought the second, and man, I get what y'all were bitching about all those years ago - season six is lame, man. None of the characters seem like themselves. They're all just going through the motions, as it were. Spuffy makes me bad-squirmy and rageful and skeeved out leik whoa. I miss Angel. Giles needs to never leave me again.
I do have stuff waiting in the wings on Willow/Tara and Buffy/Angel and Riley and Faith, but my fannish mojo isn't going real well right now. I have zero motivation, despite the excessive fabulousness of the new laptop. The little girls want to go see OotP tonight, and I'll probably go if only to get out of the house. Foot injuries suck. And I'll cry over Sirius all over again, even though god knows I've tried to leave that verse and stop caring.
I am a ball of sunshine and kittens, I swear. There are great, huge, puffy clouds out my window racing across a very blue sky, and I can see their shadows moving over the trees. It reminds me of a storm on the Big Water, for some reason.
