Oh, fimbleshins...
Nov. 30th, 2010 07:31 pmI am pissed off with la vie. I've been meaning to come and LJ recently about all the topping things I've been doing and how life is lovely tra la la, because it's felt like things are going OK and my life is quite sorted and I'm where I want to be. La. But I should have known this was all an illusion, only too swift to crumble. Alas. Anyway, stand back. I'm going to have a little moan (subject, natch, to all the usual disclaimers that, yes, my life is ok compared to lots of poor randoms).
- I disassembled my old bed on Friday (because my parents have bought me a new one for my 30th/Christmas - that was a yay thing). My new bed frame had been delivered, and Katie (and I, but largely in a spectator role) constructed it on Sunday, prior to the delivery of my new mattress on Monday. Except Bensons fucking Beds are fucking fuckers, and they just lied to me about the date. It's supposed to be delivered Thursday morning. I'm not holding my breath. Anyway, this means I've been sleeping on the sofa bed, which is quite cosy to begin with but has speedily been morphing into Not Cosy At All. Killing my back. Can't sleep. If they don't deliver on Thursday, I will probably cry.
- Decorated bedroom. For some reason, three of the five digits on my right hand are unfeasibly sore. Making life far more difficult than it need be.
- Mole on the back of my neck has gone and strangled itself with my hair or something. Painful. Booked to see the GP on Monday about it, but then cancelled when the bed people's treachery was revealed. Need to book again for Thursday.
- Wrists are also completely fucked.
- The prospective cup of not being so pitiably poor all the time in a few months has been dashed from my lips. New financial catastrophe. Will be piss poor for the rest of my life. At the very least, 2011 will be the year of the Hermit Squeen. Christmas presents will be made of discarded Metros. This is incredibly depressing, all the more so for, of course, being my own fault.
- My laptop keyboard is incredibly annoying. There some's random key somewhere that I presumbly keep hitting by accident that sends the cursor all over the place. SO FUCKING IRRITATING.
So, yeah. Life is mis. At some point I will LJ about all the exciting happy things, but presently I fear I could not do them justice. (Except everyone should go and see Matilda because it is amazingly beautifully awesome.)
- I disassembled my old bed on Friday (because my parents have bought me a new one for my 30th/Christmas - that was a yay thing). My new bed frame had been delivered, and Katie (and I, but largely in a spectator role) constructed it on Sunday, prior to the delivery of my new mattress on Monday. Except Bensons fucking Beds are fucking fuckers, and they just lied to me about the date. It's supposed to be delivered Thursday morning. I'm not holding my breath. Anyway, this means I've been sleeping on the sofa bed, which is quite cosy to begin with but has speedily been morphing into Not Cosy At All. Killing my back. Can't sleep. If they don't deliver on Thursday, I will probably cry.
- Decorated bedroom. For some reason, three of the five digits on my right hand are unfeasibly sore. Making life far more difficult than it need be.
- Mole on the back of my neck has gone and strangled itself with my hair or something. Painful. Booked to see the GP on Monday about it, but then cancelled when the bed people's treachery was revealed. Need to book again for Thursday.
- Wrists are also completely fucked.
- The prospective cup of not being so pitiably poor all the time in a few months has been dashed from my lips. New financial catastrophe. Will be piss poor for the rest of my life. At the very least, 2011 will be the year of the Hermit Squeen. Christmas presents will be made of discarded Metros. This is incredibly depressing, all the more so for, of course, being my own fault.
- My laptop keyboard is incredibly annoying. There some's random key somewhere that I presumbly keep hitting by accident that sends the cursor all over the place. SO FUCKING IRRITATING.
So, yeah. Life is mis. At some point I will LJ about all the exciting happy things, but presently I fear I could not do them justice. (Except everyone should go and see Matilda because it is amazingly beautifully awesome.)