I'm having technical difficulties to the tune of "my internet died"
Currently using phone to do today's posts. Fingers crossed for a fix RSN.
Ow! I must be anxious.
True story: I internalise my anxieties for the most part, and when I do, it comes out as me hurting myself.
I went down the aisle towards my Beloved with a giant fucking elastoplast on the bottom of my foot because I stood on a double-adapter [prong side up of course] mere days before the big event.
I have a knack for being distracted enough to walk right into random cars' tow balls.
And today?
I just burned myself for the second
Read more »::Zombie Noises::
I am guilty of waking my best Beloved after a very long and exhausting day that started at 1AM.
I already had a long and exhausting day, one of the few bright points being that the four hour round trip only took three hours. Yay. BUT I also had a problem.
I was waiting for Chaos' bus to come in from AQ, the school she goes to three days out of the week. The cat, freshly home, had wriggled out of her
Read more »Uuuuuggggh...
Panic stations, full speed ahead.
$600 owing on Chaos' autism school. The only plus side is this is the last payment ever for a $1.3K/Semester tuition fee.
$600 owing to the vet because I panicked and took the cat to the vet and tests for cancer are spelled with multiple dollar signs.
MeMum has promised me some cash, BUT... I can't spend it on the cat. So - food and petrol :P Also, I have to collect it in person.
Read more »Three cheers for cheap shops
Everyone in my area is suffering from budgetary problems, these days. And since everyone has less money to throw around, places to get things for cheap are starting to proliferate.
We've had three dollar shops in my favourite shopping zone for quite some time. The maximum we've had is five, during the worst of economic crises to date.
Well, this time, the cheap food places are proliferating. Not only are there two Aldi's within fifteen minutes of home, but there's a discount
Read more »Adventures!
Sundays and Tuesdays are Beloved's days off from April to just after November [long story]. So those are the days that Beloved and I have our little adventures.
For example: Last Tuesday, Beloved took us all on a budget-busting trip to Costco in an effort to save us some money in the long term. Short term? Not so much.
Today, I have actually found a factory outlet place that is not located in the extreme back of Burke or another state or
Read more »Today's the day!
In just a few moments, I will be putting thought to words for my one thousand and second story. I have beat Scheherazade.
So of firkin course I've woken at 2AM and am in sore need of caffeine.
My sleep cycle needs training wheels. And my coffee needs so much sugar that I'll definitely loose my teeth. Argh.
Fuckit. I'm getting a cuppa.
Read more »I'm about to bust a record
The official count for all my Instants is a grand one thousand.
Now what famous anthology of tales is close to that? Oh yes. One thousand and one nights.
I won't crow until I beat that record, so you're safe for today. I've been planning on this for the better part of three years. And by crikey, I am going to celebrate.
Not that I have a lot to toss around as gifts because broke as fuck. All I have is my
Read more »So close, and yet...
::Cue Days of Our Lives music::
When we last left our heroes, MeMum was in a quantum state between being able to communicate online and not being able to communicate online... Telstra had taken twenty-four hours and counting to get back on a one-hour call-back... and Mayhem had forgotten all his Home Ec. crap at school.
Your humble Author is still poor. That $30 has to spend five business days in transit between PayPal and my bank accounts for no apparent reason.
Read more »Communication misadventure happy fun times
I succeeded in getting MeMum online. Yay. Alas, the avenues of communication are only one way because in order to get a reply to her, she needs a working email.
And those are borked because Telstra is way more than lackluster at the moment.
So... Yes, mum. I did get the four separate messages you sent to me late last night for some bizarre reason. Put your hearing aids in. I just tried to ring you twice and you didn't pick up.
Read more »Firkin Telstra...
I swear to the Powers That Be [pick your favourite] that tech support would be so much easier with people who understood what the fuck was going on.
I tried to get help from the alleged pros at Telstra. Several times. Concerning both getting MeMum's new compy online and accessing her Bigpond/email account.
I actually got assistance from Beloved about the former.
And as for the latter...
Cue the Benny Hill music.
Five calls. Two texts. One attempt by MeMum to
Read more »Incoming Adventures in Tech Support
It's a long weekend for my little darlings, so Beloved is planning on taking them for an adventure to the ocean, the second-deadliest thing about Australia. The first-deadliest is, of course, Australia itself.
Meanwhile, I'm doing something a little more risky.
Tech support for MeMum.
Her old computer has gone to silicone heaven [I plan on taking it home to see if it's really, most sincerely dead] and she now has spanking new compy that will not get online and probably has
Read more »We're muddling...
We're scraping by. We're pulling our heads in...
And managing to maintain the little treats that keep us sane.
Of course, it's a struggle that would be made easier by some funding by you, dear reader, but we're managing.
I kind of feel like we're dangling over a precipice by my fingernails, but that's probably me.
The big needs are waiting for another pay cycle. The Wants are in stasis. Not coming to fruition for the foreseeable future.
And I'm in a
Read more »Just-- AAAAAAAAAUGH!
I have a lot on my plate at the moment. Lots of stressers on my dressers, as it were. So stand back, I am going to vent.
I already mentioned the injured cat. She has this cut above her eye that's not healing and is going to need expensive stitches. She's otherwise fine, just has this really grody-looking cut above one eye.
Mayhem and Chaos are both practising for the International Procrastination Olympics. Focussing intensely on the Farting Around 500, the Helplessness
Read more »Oh me Feet
The problem with the daily grind [or at least, my version of it] is that once my shoes are on, I don't take them off. Which means that, by the time I have the opportunity to treat my feet, I lack the energy to do so.
And I'm grumpy when my feet hurt.
Which makes shopping for anything a trial for Beloved because I whinge a lot. Even when I don't mean to whinge, I whinge. And whingeing drains Beloved like a
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