#thispostispointless

[strongasthewolf]

I was so busy working on my final that I totally forgot to shower.

[thiscrookedcrown]

Finally emptied tumblr's inbox. Now onto my actual email accounts. Sigh.

[thiscrookedcrown]

Oh hello exhaustion. You want me to go to sleep now? But it's so early.... No? OK. Cool. Time for bed.　

[thiscrookedcrown]

I just realized why I dislike this particular series of Star Trek (Star Trek Voyager).

It has some amazing things in it. A female protagonist and captain, a PoC Vulcan that would actually fit the planetary conditions of Vulcan (from what I understand of Vulcan), strong female characters, interesting aliens species.

It also have a very serious case of cultural appropriation and Magical Native American syndrome. Also I really don't want to like the Doctor (I'm bias as I finished DS9 first and really adored it). The typical misogynistic shit from the era of recording  and made-up science fiction bullshit technology goes without saying.

I'm going to keep on going since I'm only in the first season but I'm watching you now STV. Judging you. You've been warned.

[thiscrookedcrown]

OMFG it's too fucking hot. 　Too hot for clothes, too hot for blankets, too hot for cats. Fuck everything. I'm just going to sleep on top of my air conditioner.

[thiscrookedcrown]

Making up a chicken soup before heading out for my errands for the day (which are timed, somewhat).

Market Report from Yesterday: Sales very slow but good. New clothing rack held up beautifully and is just the right size for my vehicle. Sunburned in portions that saw too much saw and too little sunblock. As a result I am pinked in patches throughout my body. Annoying to say the least. BUT I was given at random by a perfect stranger a book on recognizing New England plants which is something I've been wanting but not wanting to spend money on. (At the moment, I recognize plants from my botany lessons in 7th grade and the internet).

EDIT: Also, while cleaning up the garage and moving the shit I did sell into the garage so I can use my vehicle for the next two weeks I found a box of dishes that I have been looking for for a year. It had useful things like bowls, plates, cups, utensils, and knives. I mention this because I've been using a very sad collection of shit up to now and it's good to have some of the other stuff back. Now I don't have to wash dishes as often which is especially useful when I make ointments and shit - it sucks using all your dishes to make ointments and then think "fuck, what do I put my cereal in?"

I am sad to report I'm completely out of my healing ointment (which helped my skin considerably) which means I need to buy the ingredients to make it again. Because I never keep avocado on hand for some reason.

[thiscrookedcrown]

Why is it every time I have shit to do I oversleep? There's no call for it. I crashed early last night, didn't do much. Balls, now I have to hurry up and check my dash before running errands.

Might not be on tumblr today, much. Head's up.　

[thiscrookedcrown]

Intercom rings, flail to answer it from a dead sleep after a night of drinking with friends then trancework.

Me: mrpmphs?

Mom: Finally. I've been calling you for a while. Are you going with me [to my appointment]?

Me: Mfjslk.

Mom: Is X the right program for the GPS?

Me: *instantly awake* No. That's only a trial. Go to Maps and put in your address.

Mom: *after a moment* This doesn't give me directions.

Me: You have to go to the bottom and hit the 'directions' button. *Sighs, hauls self up, puts in address and finds directions*

Mom: Oh. Does...? *takes ten minutes to go over the eight steps to drive a place she's been to a hundred times one town over*

Me: I'll go with you. Let me throw some clothes on.

Mom: No don't bother. I'll be late otherwise. I have to be there in twenty minutes. *hangs up*

Me: *rolls over and stares at ceiling* Can we go back to ignoring each other now? That would be great, thanks.