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Under Pressure
Mar. 20th, 2006 03:01 pmHallelujah, Remix is done done. Beta'd, reviewed, and as soon as I figure out a title, off to it's home in the virtual sky.
Doc says the deafness may linger for up to a month. This makes me... unhappy. Deeply, deeply, unhappy.
In the world of far too much information about the way my brain works, I panicked last week when the gas station rejected my ATM card, and put everything on my already weeping credit cards so I wouldn't get another overdraft. M. called today to say the Gas Company wouldn't take payments over the phone, so with a deep pained breath, I checked my bank balance, and then swore a blue streak. Frelling gas station was just being evil, and I have plenty to cover my bills and can happily go home early and drive my ass to the gas company to make sure we have gas. Yes, I'm going to ignore the fact that they're going to turn it off today if I don't. The fact that I couldn't bring myself to face a potential negative balance and leapt to conclusions instead of dealing with reality is sadly the truth about me and my relationship with money. I keep thinking it's going to change, and when I'm stressed I fall back to that lovely and idiotic default position of denial.
I promise no more whining about real life. As we speak, I am contemplating a post of sexuality on screen (not as in hetero or homo, but in the sexual lives of onscreen characters), prompted by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
denyeverything1's thoughts on Firefly and mosca's equally interesting thoughts on writing (and reading) sex scenes in fic.
And for those of you out there who are having a tough time of it lately, I'm so very sorry, wish I could have come out of my crankiness and self pity to offer some words of comfort but my thoughts have definitely been with you. As for the rest of you, who have been fonts of support for me, thank you. It really is so very appreciated.
Doc says the deafness may linger for up to a month. This makes me... unhappy. Deeply, deeply, unhappy.
In the world of far too much information about the way my brain works, I panicked last week when the gas station rejected my ATM card, and put everything on my already weeping credit cards so I wouldn't get another overdraft. M. called today to say the Gas Company wouldn't take payments over the phone, so with a deep pained breath, I checked my bank balance, and then swore a blue streak. Frelling gas station was just being evil, and I have plenty to cover my bills and can happily go home early and drive my ass to the gas company to make sure we have gas. Yes, I'm going to ignore the fact that they're going to turn it off today if I don't. The fact that I couldn't bring myself to face a potential negative balance and leapt to conclusions instead of dealing with reality is sadly the truth about me and my relationship with money. I keep thinking it's going to change, and when I'm stressed I fall back to that lovely and idiotic default position of denial.
I promise no more whining about real life. As we speak, I am contemplating a post of sexuality on screen (not as in hetero or homo, but in the sexual lives of onscreen characters), prompted by
denyeverything1's thoughts on Firefly and mosca's equally interesting thoughts on writing (and reading) sex scenes in fic. And for those of you out there who are having a tough time of it lately, I'm so very sorry, wish I could have come out of my crankiness and self pity to offer some words of comfort but my thoughts have definitely been with you. As for the rest of you, who have been fonts of support for me, thank you. It really is so very appreciated.
