I'm too tired to go ahead and cook something I might eat tomorrow or pack anything into the car. I'm even too tired to make my bed. I'll watch the last X-Files episode that everyone is bitching about while I finish my laundry. Then hopefully, I will sleep and have a productive day tomorrow. Oh please!
I actually liked episodes 2,3,4 & 5 ok. 1 was not very good and 6 was atrocious.
I had set the alarm for a bit after noon because that would give me a decent amount of sleep and hopefully I would get a good amount of packing in and at least one load to storage. I slept through my alarm and woke up about 130. I'm exhausted though. Still feeling sleep deprived. I'm starting to wonder if I've developed apnea.
I've already packed my coffee maker so it's going to be black tea and cold cereal in one of the bowls I have left. Just hoping I make some progress before I have to go to go to Berkeley this evening.
Unfortunately, a full small car is not that much stuff. I got my last media shelf out of Hades' den moments before he pulled up. Instead of going through the entire house I used the slider door which goes directly outside. This meant I had to *gasp* carefully move the crap he had piled in front of the door out of the way. I was shutting the door just as he came up. He looked pissed. Too bad.
A few minutes later as I'm starting to pack some stuff in the kitchen and living room Brattipantz came in, living up to her nickname dumping a load of her laundry in, yelling (her version of speaking) to Hades. I walked into the living room and saw she had thrown her purse and other things right on top of the boxes and things I was packing. She cranked up her music and proceeded to bang around in the kitchen.
Real smart. Get in my way while I'm trying to pack, "houseguest." That is soooooo helpful.
It really is a commentary on the character of these two little brats that they behave like this and do things like threaten me and break my stuff. They know I am the kind of person who won't retaliate. I kind of envy people who would physically pay them back by breaking their stuff, threatening them or even assaulting them. I just can't behave like that. I even feel a little guilty for fantasizing about it.
I have to admit. I'm all sweaty and I thought how fun it would be to go stand in La Princessesa's way and ask her how it feels to be trying to do something but someone keeps fucking with you. I'd like to just put my stinky pit in her face. *giggle* But you know what, even of I thought I could get away with it, I couldn't. And Brattipantz is hella fit. I'm disabled and have little strength. She'd kick my ass and I'd get in trouble for it.
Just gotta keep at it and move on. It's their karma. Hope they reap what they sow. I won't be around to see it.
My back is a real mess. My hands feel like they are on fire. All my muscles are fatigued. I'm not supposed too be doing anything I've been doing but I have to.
I suppose I should feel some sort of sense of accomplishment at achieving what I've done so far but all I can do is think about how much is left to do, how little time I have to do it, and worry whether I can get things out before they mess with anything else and how I'm found to pay for it.
Then there's the very real pricetag of fatigue; I dropped my phone today and cracked the screen. It still works but it's hard to read things on it and the cracks ate sharp enough that they catch my finger everyone I move them across it. I am wondering if I really can do this and if it's worth it right now.
I'm going to take a little break before i drive to Berkeley. I don't want to be an unsafe driver. Hopefully resting my muscles and some coffee will do the trick.
Sorry. I think this is mostly a non issue. I'm not particularly thrilled about it but I don't think it means anything. A woman with a lot of experience, who no longer works for a company and no longer works for the government should get paid big bucks for speaking engagements. I don't think she should turn down paying gigs unless it's say, for the KKK. Take the job. Take the pay. If her speeches sounded like cheer leading well, that's probably the speech she was paid to give. Unless they say, don't pull any punches. Be critical. Most convention speakers are hired to inspire and encourage the group. This is not a stump speech. It's not a sell out. It might not be ideal but *shrug*, it's a paycheck. I also think the transcripts of private speeches are nobody's business. And it may not even be legal to release them since they are part of a contracted job with a private company.
There are plenty of more applicable criticisms. This one's just dumb. It's just an attempt to underscore the association with big banking. I'm just sick of the negative stuff. I want substance. I want to know why I should vote for Bernie, not how horrible Hillary is.
If I had the time and energy I'd research all the other speaking engagements HRC took.
Laugh Interlude! This is adorable!
And also, I never got into friends, but this is a fun use of it! *giggle*
One more. They actually made Friends funny!
Superfriends meets Friends - episode 2:
I hate myself for going there but right now they're are things I need and I have so little money that it is Walmart or nothing. They have affordable bankers boxes and they also have really cheap frozen dinners . I''m hoping I can cram them into the overly full freezer. I also got screen protecting film (not cheap) for my poor cracked phone.
I waited in line, got up to the register and went through the repetition of, "No, thank you. I don't want a bag" with the cashier.
I asked if I coukd do part on my debit card and the rest cash. "Yes."
(I knew I wanted to put $15 on my card) "Which do you want first, card or cash?"
Damn. Ok now I have to do math in my head bit I'm tiiiiiiired. I hand her my last $22 in cash which should cover the food, phone film and tax.
She gives me am updated balance of more than $30.
She had rung up my banker boxes twice.
"No. This isn't right. I didn't get two packs of ten boxes. I got one. "
The cashier insists that she rung it up correctly, even arguing with me that I bought a "double pack. " She prints out a copy of the receipt and shoves it at me.
By this time, of course, a line is building up behind me.
I push the receipt back toward her and say, "Look, you obviously rang this up twice. There are two seperate entries here. I just bought a ten pack last week. It wasn't $30. It was $15"
The woman behind me turned out to be a Walmart supervisor who just got off shift. She quietly told the cashier to take off the extra charge, which the cashier begrudgingly did.
This is the first time I have not felt compassion for a WalMart employee.
Exhausted to the point of stupidity, moi swipes her card and is declined.
It dawns on me that I pulled the wrong card and I say a prayer of thanks that my bank didn't let me become overdrawn. I apologize to the person behind me and run the proper card.
Then I escape with my boxes if not my dignity!
In a couple of weeks it'll be WalMart; never again!
Ok. Enough dawdling Lorelei. It's time to go "home."
I've just popped off a little prayer that for once this week the house will be quiet when I get home. I just want to take a warm shower and try to get to bed in peace!