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....but it's a meme.

La Musica )

I want to actually use this LJ more than I have been. But I want to use it as a real writing outlet rather than just a forum for me to air grievances about my boring life. I'm looking at a career change which (maybe) involves more creative writing, so I'll need all the practice I can get. And that means more than Having A WhingeTM, or not updating because all I want to do is Have A WhingeTM.

That being said, update on life in general coming soon. Probably.


Mar. 25th, 2010 09:10 am
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I tried to turn over a new leaf this morning. So I got up very early.

I took a shower, even had breakfast quickly, and was out of the house by 20 past 7.

I was confronted by a wall of traffic - and I mean a fucking WALL - about halfway there. That good ol' turn onto the Chandler Highway...what the fuck is with that goddamned road? A series of twists and turns lengthened my journey by only 5 or so minutes, but my god it put me in a foul mood.

I got to work at 8.

And since then I've been sitting here, brain dead at my computer, staring blearily at the screen and sipping (and grimacing) at the worst coffee I've had in a long time.

I don't think this early morning crap is for me.
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As you all know, I've been performing Operation: Get In Early recently. I did hit a snag with this yesterday, and almost did today as well. However, apart from those little hiccups, it has gone relatively smoothly. I just need to start winding back my clock so I actually get to bed at a decent hour, to ensure that when I wake up before the sun's arisen I actually a) get out of bed rather than hitting "snooze"; and b) that I don't feel/look like this.

However, I am remembering what made public transport so shit, as [ profile] vivienne_aster alluded to.

a) If you miss your good earlier train with few people on it, you end up sharing your personal space with other people's morning faces, not to mention their smelly armpits.

b) On that note, you sometimes run into *GAH* schoolchildren. On the outbound journey, my carriage was set upon by obnoxious, loud, freaking irritating teenagers. I overheard one sweet lass manage to fit the expression "like, oh-my-god" into her speech three times before she took a breath. I was jostled by oversized backpacks. I saw what passes for "fashionable haricuts" these days. Fucking hell, I hate emos. If the power of a screeching giggle is ever harnessed and used in the electrical grid, I could have collected enough in that 15 minute trip to power Australia for the next few generations.

This is a good reason for getting a vasectomy. If I ever spawn something like this, I'll drown myself in a bucket.

However, on a good note, I have been much more productive today. See? There's always a non-rant.


Mar. 26th, 2009 12:55 pm
clappamungus: (Hug?)
This morning I drove over to the other side of Melbourne to get a skin test for the Q fever vaccine.

They did not tell me that this also entailed a blood test. I'm not too fond of them.

Oh, and while I was there, they gave me the 'flu vaccine too. Because they had extra.

All in my left arm. It feels like a pincushion.

Oh well. At least they're all free!

Next week's gonna be a pain, though. I have to be in the city to get the actual Q fever vaccine - assuming that I don't have a lasting reaction to the antigen they scraped into my arm.

All because I may have to visit an abbatoir. Damn dead livestock.

Anyway, I've had a rough morning. To compensate, I'm getting a souva with chips. Mmmm.


Nov. 18th, 2008 11:00 pm
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There's a (presumably) cop helicopter circling outside. This is crap for a few reasons:

a) It means they're looking for someone dodgy. NEAR MY HOUSE. (and no, you smart-arses, it isn't me)

b) I can't put the dog out, because she'll get it into her head to bark like mad at the intruding helicopter, which MIGHT EVEN ATTRACT THE DODGY CHARACTER CLOSER TO THE HOUSE.

c) Because I can't put the dog out, I can't go to sleep yet. And let's face it - I know there's a dodgy character out there somewhere so I wouldn't be able to sleep anyway.


Oh yeah - and I have hayfever something chronic. Double Gah.
clappamungus: (Classic *head-desk*)
Stupid goddamn fucking bastard iTunes (yeah, alright, fine, you were all right, it's a FUCKING SHIT PROGRAM OF DOOM)
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I got about 3 hours sleep last night, due to Hacking Cough of DoomTM.

Today's going to suck a cock of such huge proportions that John Holmes would be impressed.

Fucking hell. I cannot stop coughing. My chest hurts. It feels as though the aforementioned Mr. Holmes has taken up residence in my throat (yes, all the entendres you can think of).

Blargh. Fuck this.

Goddamn it.

Apr. 8th, 2008 05:11 pm
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I (semi-)quit smoking, and I get sick. Remember that weird mystery illness?

Well, I remain (relatively-)smoke-free. And again, I get sick. Now I'm sore-throaty, with a blocked nose from the deepest, darkest depths of hell. Not to mention your typical onset of 'flu-like symptoms.

That's what I get for trying to be healthy.

Guess I'll be going home early. There's that silver lining again!
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