linden_jay

1) I am tired. Raise your hand if you're shocked. Really, I need to find a new #1 thing to whine about, but it's just so, well. True.

2) The aliens have been getting slightly better about sleeping now that they're not sick anymore, but that didn't stop them from having a truly epically wretched night last night. Poor Monkey kept falling asleep and waking up in hysterics, like she was having nightmares, and the Frog was just completely stubborn and Do Not Want as regards sleep. I blame it on them having shit naps on Sunday in the daytime. Hopefully I can break the cycle if I can get them down for two good naps today.

3) Work continues to be... interesting. I only get one more training shift at my actual job before I'm all on my own on a weekend *cue panic*. I left a note for my boss that said I didn't feel ready and that I'd like one more training shift before my last training shift, but he never called me back. Which leads me to:

4) Work has called me three times already today. At nine am. NINE AM. 1) I have babies, and 2), dude, I know I didn't work last night, but I work the night shift. Who calls someone who works the night shift at nine am!?!?! The first was to ask me about my tax forms (which I left in a pile with the note that never got answered, so clearly he didn't find those), the second was to ask me for my Social Insurance Number, and the third was to ask me for my birthday. This is all for my paycheque, so y'know. I'll take the calls, but he better not have been kidding when he promised not to call again today.

5) I am on episode 12 of Season Two of Doctor Who. I have been warned by ashinae that my opinions re: some things/characters/whatnot might be considered heretical in circles, so I will tread carefully until I know what kind of Whosits I have on my flist. I will say this though--watching Doctor Who? Making Torchwood make OH so very much more sense.

6) It may be Monday, but I have hot chocolate, three cattens curled up on my bed, and napping aliens. I'll take that as a win, for now.

I remember when baby sneezes were cute. Kind of wee tiny and precious and adorable. That lasts as long as them getting their first icky disgusting head cold. Which, okay, they're mostly better now--no fevers, not so congested that they can't function, but they're still coughing, and there's still STUFF. It's like they're little ticking time bombs of gross. Look at them wrong, and they EXPLODE.

And of course, their little noses are sore, so trying to mop them up with a tissue or a cloth, no matter how gentle, produces shrieks so loud that any minute now someone is going to knock on my door and ask me what on earth I am DOING to those children you horrible woman.

This is my world right now. Grumpy, post-cold, current-disgusting children who think sleep and tissues should be outlawed under the Geneva Convention. The next person that tells me that having twins must be so much fun/omg, I wish I had twins/it can't be that much harder than a single baby? They're getting kicked in the shins.

With steel toed boots. I'm just saying.

I've been out of sorts lately, behind in writing and posting and commenting and tagging in all the games that I'm in, on my journal, on my everywhere. And it's been bugging me and stressing me out when I realized that it's been since sometime in August since I've posted anything, and that I've got a few tags that have been lingering since spring. I hate that. I hate not being organized, and I really hate being behind. And then I started doing the math on things.

In May--there were those baby-creatures who showed up, and a twelve day hospital stay to go along with it.

Summer--baby things, combined with insanely hot temperatures that made doing anything just about impossible.

( And then? August hit, and that's when things really fell apart. )

Why is it that when you're exhausted-fucking-tired, and you've got to get up idiotically early the next day, that's always the day that you can't sleep? Why, why, why, why must Murphy be such a stone cold bitch?

I really did think I was going to be able to go to sleep. I haven't slept well all weekend, and I feel so freakin' wiped. And yet. Up there, cuddled up with Academic Husband and the kittens, and nothing. Zero love from the sleep gods, no help from the dreamspace. Gah.

And when I say idiotically early, I totally mean it. I'm talking like, getting up at four-freakin'-am and going into work, because I've got a shitload of shit to get through, and I didn't want to go in over the weekend 'cause I was sleeping so badly. And the less sleep I get, the less chance I'm going to actually respond when that alarm clock goes off at three-fucking-thirty.

Ugh. I'm tired. And whiny. Just y'know. If you didn't notice.

*throws temper tantrum and sends self off to sit in the corner*

This is the second day in a row that I can actually remember every hour, on the hour, all night long, with the knowledge that I only dozed a little bit between each of them.

So of course, while desperately trying to get at least a little more time with my eyes closed, if not sleeping, before I have to be at work at nine, the phone rings at 7:30.

The secretary is sick. They need me in the office all day.

When does she start work? Oh yeah. 7:30. Le sigh. It's gonna be a long fucking day.

Sorry to everyone I missed yesterday. I left IM signed in when I wasn't around. I'm just that kind of clever.

And in totally unrelated news, a wonderfully happy birthday to Lottie! Much love and happiness, beautiful woman! MWAH!

I has no voice.

I suppose this is to be expected after yesterday. My chamber choir did two performances back to back, over 2 hours each one of really hard singing but good grief, I can barely talk at all. I suppose it's just fate being cute that I have to go in for the secretary today at school (seven-thirty start time--INHUMAN!) and answer the phone all day.

But the concerts are done, no choir till the new year, and the show I'm co-directing opened this weekend. I finally have time to breathe.

...anyone want to take odds on how long before I crashboom with the sick? Yeah, that's what I thought *snerk*

I am in exile! ( It's a self imposed exile, but it's exile nonetheless. )

( As for the lj-related shenanigans )

I'm not making any decisions on staying or going at this point, and I will most likely maintain an lj presence/cross post my stuff here even if there is a fandom exodus. So, if there IS a fandom exodus, this is where you can find me:

Journalfen. Personally, I love journalfen. The maintainers are fandom folk too, and they do a great job both with keeping things going with limited resources, AND in communicating with people when there are problems, expected outages, or whatever else. If you don't like fandom wank--hey, that's okay. Plenty of people over there have nothing to do with fandom wank, so come on over. Also, I have a paid account or three over there, so if there's anyone who is 18 or over, a fandom person, and wants a journal, comment or email me (jay.linden at gmail dot com) and I can hook you up.

I'm also about at:

GreatestJournal

InsaneJournal

DeadJournal

The good:

- I had an awesome weekend in apetslife-land. We watched SPN and bird documentaries and put together an exercise bike (I tell you, we are party people, man!), and chattered our heads off pretty much non-stop. Oh, and I got to visit the worlds cutest pony who did not eat me or even freak me out at all (usually I have some pretty serious horse-fear, but he was a complete doll). There were awesome hot dogs and talk about Winchesters and RPGing, and it was completely worth the ten-plus hours on a bus each way. The move back to BC and everything around that has had me massively stressed lately, and being able to take a weekend and just RELAX and have fun and not be staring at everything I should be cleaning and/or putting in boxes was exactly what I needed.

( More of the good stuff... )

The bad:

- I have the plague. Or something. I feel like I got run over by one of those buses that I rode for all those hours, for serious... my throat is killing me and I'm blowing my nose every two seconds, and I feel like death even though I slept for ten hours last night, then another five hours this afternoon/evening, and I'm about to crash now, about 3 hours before I usually do. AWESOME. Just what I need in the final week of packing/cleaning/organizing before a cross-country move.

( More of the bad stuff... )