Argh. Got a ticket for expired plates. I paid the registration but the sticker is not there. I'm pretty sure I remember putting it on last year (around when I was able to start driving again). So now do I ask for a court date?? Or just pay it? Both options suck. Grrr. Also at some point recently my garbage can disappeared, it's no longer anywhere I see in the alley. So gotta call about that too. Plus follow up about getting insurance approval for a scan. After the whole insurance debacle last week I feel like I'm being nibbled to death by ducks. Geez!
'Serenity'
Natter 76: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Foaminess
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I work at home and never leave my house, so I'm fine.
Same as Plei, plus I'm not actually in Seattle. Nor is Parker, though I haven't heard from her.
I haven't looked at the news, and now I'm worried.
I haven't seen/heard the actual news but I have seen people saying they are okay and I think I prefer it this way for my own selfish peace of mind.
Same as Plei, plus I'm not actually in Seattle. Nor is Parker, though I haven't heard from her.
Ooops. I mistook the general PNW for Seattle.
The shooting was in a place where out-of-towners might have been, though. I'm just grateful none of Our People were.
Taking a break from the last day of packing. There is always more than we think. I'll need to get more tape to finish.
The shooting was at what has been the nastiest corner of downtown since I was a kid. Which I don't get, why it's so bad. It's cursed, though.
I'm so tired that I think I might actually be dead. I just spent 2 hours on a work problem that was fucking ridiculous and someone else could have handled it for me, but they didn't. So now I'm going to head to the hospital, and I am envisioning parking way the fuck out in the far reaches of the parking lot and walking all the way to the hospital (and then to Tim's room), and I just want to cry because I am so so SO fucking exhausted. Which makes no sense, because I slept fine last night and the night before. Also I have a migraine, so that's extra fun.
And I realize that none of that is anywhere near as serious as actually undergoing heart surgery, so I feel like a whiny spoiled baby for even complaining. Being tired and having a migraine is a walk in the park compared to heart surgery. So I'm exhausted and have a migraine AND I'm a dick. Not my best day.