The Homicidal Urges

....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 Whinge^TM, or not updating because all I want to do is Have A Whinge^TM.

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

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 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.

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.

Gah.

Oh yeah - and I have hayfever something chronic. Double Gah.

I got about 3 hours sleep last night, due to Hacking Cough of Doom^TM.

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

EDIT
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.

BACK FROM OS STOP LOOKING FOR EMPLOYMENT STOP IT IS PAINFUL STOP VERY VERY VERY PAINFUL STOP PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE STOP