logging in quickly and illicitly from horribly boring paid employment to type: -t!!! So good to see you!!! AAAugh! More bad news than you deserve, oh no!

(kicks Universe very hard on your behalf)

-t, the universe had better stop fucking with you, damn it.

I'm very angry with the universe on your behalf, and will give a stern freaking talking to/hold it down while you kick it repeatedly and tell it, "How's THAT feel, bitch???"

Okay, I have booked a flight to Baton Rouge for Sunday morning. Will figure out how to get from BR to NO later, it shouldn't be too hard.

I have been very careful to not even think anything approaching "It can't get any worse...". Very careful indeed. So don't be too hard on the Universe, don't want it to get all creative or anything.

Now for the fun part, a livejournal account...

-t, I'm very very sorry. Too much ugly stuff has happened in your life.

I'm sorry, -t, for everything. It's probably best not to tempt the universe, at this point, I've had times the last few months where I think "hey, rock bottom," but then have to reevaluate later, nope, this has to be it, I don't know what that last thing was.

Can I complain for a moment? I think I need a little sanity check so I can figure out if people are being off base or not. I've been unemployed since June. My fiance called off our wedding July 31, and I moved in with my mom. She and my dad are separated and soon divorcing. My former maid of honor/best friend stopped speaking to me a few weeks ago, apparently because she was worried about me moving away? No idea. In any case, she emailed me last night to ask when I was going to pay her back for the deposit on her bridemaid dress. It's only like $65. But she has a job, and I don't, and I'm dealing with much bigger emotional things here, like the fact that I was supposed to be getting married this Sunday. I'll pay her back, but am I allowed to feel righteously indignant when I do?

SO indignant. Jeez Louise, what a rude thing to do!

If we can't kick the crap out of the universe, can we do it to Sassy's friend? Eesh.

And this is by Bill O'Reilly and he has his own TV show and everything.

t reaches for brain bleach

I wrote two pages, and I'm about to go back and write more. I'm having to remind myself that even though I'm supposed to be editing, a completely redone chapter is like a first draft, and it's allowed to suck. I'm not even going to try to fix it right away--I'll go back at the end.

And, you know, it's better than that O'Reilly paragraph, even if it's not going to go down in the annals of best-written battle scenes. They're much tougher than sex scenes, because I've never been in battle, nor do I have battle fantasies.

Most righteous indignation, Sassy. Sheesh.

All kinds of righteous indignation.