Got the plague stab yesterday, which went smoothly despite my irrational loathing of all needles -- which is good because everything else about yesterday could go hang, including that psycho fuck upstairs from me that I had to call the cops on (again) literally as I was trying to get out the door for said stab.

Especially that psycho fucker. He could get run over in the road outside my window and I'd fucking cheer at this point.

Discovering I need to fill out extra customs bullshit and install a special app because I need to do it twice and pay ~duty and taxes~ on every fucking thing sent out of the country to the US now -- which ate up almost a half-hour of extra errand nonsense already extended by the Canada Post outlet having downgradedsized and having to stump to a different one to even get a parcel in the mail at all (and these fuckers wonder why Canada Post ~isn't making money boohoo~ never mind a fucking federal service is a fucking service and shouldn't be after profit to begin with) did nothing to improve yesterday either.


Booster stab side-effects seem to mostly be headache this time around, which admittedly is probably~ also being aggravated by other things (annoying universe, weather temp plummeting like a stone, bleeding like a stuck pig, etc). Hopefully it'll wander off soon; I've had a pretty decent track record there so far.

Goat has not yet burned.

Netflix has bought Warner Bros and as if I wasn't making enough frustrated Legion noises this week ... but at least it wasn't Paramount, I can say that much.

I thiiiiiink I've reached the end of Things That Have Deadlines And Needed Done and lord fuck I hope so. I just want to grumble about late-running holiday events in peace for the next few weeks.

Carved In Stone finally is a thing though (three years after expected date), so I have something to read at work this weekend that isn't the usual sources of nerdy stress ...

Since I crawled back from the Familial Visit[tm] Tues past I have

- worked 5/6 shifts in a row, last one tonight (49 hrs so far)
- suffered through a contractor arriving turbo-late Wed to work on the bathroom ceiling when I desperately needed sleep
- declared further war on ants
- suffered through a contractor arriving Fri morning to finish the bathroom ceiling
- scraped all the badly-done and terrible caulking off the bathtub and redid it myself
- also at various points caulked a badly placed wall socket plate, half the kitchen countertops, and every part of the tub fixtures
- mad scramble to write picofictions down below; was supposed to have been completed during Familial Visit[tm] but ahahahaha sob
- survived a staff party roaring at worksite (I was not part of the party)
- had the power go out for a few hours because a fuckwit knocked down a power pole when I only had just shy of 4 hrs between work ending and me needing to sleep (6 hrs) before more work at least I'd just finished cooking
- had Bad Adventures in bookbinding that has previously worked out fine which tells me that this has been entirely too much

im tired boss