Laughter Through Tears

Health drama involving fingernails behind the cut.

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There are more gross details I could give but I'll restrain myself.

Earlier today I had an idea but I didn't write it down and now it's gone. Also I've been angsting about fandom and politics.

Then I came home and very gratefully received the aid of a well-meaning person in getting my washing machine operational. Well-meaning individual left after determining that the machine worked, and some ten minutes later the dirty water from the short cycle started draining onto my floor. Did I mention that I don't have a new desk yet? The computer chassis was on the floor. Commence emergency mopping.

Now I'm watching the machine with hawk-eyes and once I've ruled it fit for active duty I'm going to commence emergency mopping on myself.

So here is the state of affairs where I am:

The city is under a massive layer of snow. Major roads (to hospitals etc.) are cleared, trains are leaving the city but not entering it, hundreds of fallen tree limbs and massive snow drifts are blocking most neighborhood streets. It's pretty much a national crisis with home front coming in to back up the snow plows, ambulances, and the electrical company. Two toddlers in uniforms knocked on my parents' door earlier today to ask if we had food and heating.

My parents, last I checked, were one of the last houses on their streets still without power. I spent the whole long weekend there, since they have an oil heater that keeps the whole house warm. We weren't expecting two whole days of no power. My brother and I left late today and I got home about an hour ago -- through the courtesy of a sainted cab driver who wasn't even supposed to be working.

Now I have electricity and internet, a heater in a closed room, tea, and very soon -- hot water for a shower. I have been craving a decent shower for what seems like days. Honestly just being in my own living room has already cheered me up immensely. Once I've showered and changed I think I'll feel so much better.

The AO3 meetup was fantastic, although I brought sunscreen and neglected to use it. Consequently I'm a little extra-crispy all over the parts of my arms and shoulders that aren't often exposed. Not my brightest moment, other than the shade of pink, which is indeed quite bright.

I want to do creative work. I need to do work-work. I also want to crawl into bed and not think of anything, or alternatively burn the day away by playing games or paging through Tumblr.

My brain is buzzing and I don't like it. I started this entry half an hour ago and forgot about it while I lounged about Fanlore.org in my pajamas. Something needs to be done.

I left the house at 11:30 this morning, got home (just now) at 16:00, and didn't have a single class all day. Why do I feel like my brain and body were both pounded with a schnitzel hammer?

Fuck woodpeckers and their timely early morning awakening. Fuck them right to hell, along with the dinosaurs they had the nerve to evolve from. Fuck them all and fuck this headache and fuck sleeping on the sofa for two hours this morning because it doesn't face the woodpecker-infected tree.