Grinning like a monster

I can tell it's the last week of their terms because faithinthejudas, thisdaywefight, czardonic and amphisbaena ALL JUST POSTED. Like, seriously. Last five entries on ye flist? THOSE FOUR ARE THERE.

So congrats to the four of you for making it this far (sometimes to the end, sometimes just to the end of this year). I sort of wish I was still on that journey.

Oh god, I think this week is going to kill me. I need to start smiting and I need to get ye smiting gear to start smiting. And the first person I'm going to smite is myself.

I have my reasons. I may go into them later when I am not completely insane.

Also: work is making me want to SCREAM right now. Oh my god, I want to go out by the airport, where all the condemned houses are, and SCREAM. Only problem? I CAN'T. Because those houses are BLOCKED OFF NOW for the third runway that we do not need and that I personally DO NOT FUCKING WANT.

OH MY GOOD SWEET CHRIST ON A CRACKER.

I think the only mood option for this is "quixotic". I WANT A FUCKING VACATION.

And a tattoo. I'm seriously starting to think that I'm going to bite the bullet (har!) and get the ginormous dragon backpiece that McArcus drew for me years ago started. I don't know what I'll do with it, exactly, in terms of colour and size (I think it needs to be reduced a LITTLE) but fuck it if I can never wear a fucking strapless evening gown again, do I look like fucking presidential/ambassadorial material ANYWAY?

NO. NO I DO NOT.

Tonight is a reckless night. I can tell. Perhaps it's the sort of night where one goes out and gets drunk in a cheap tavern and punches a biker in the face and grins like a fucking maniac and goes down swinging, but with my luck and general state of health/size, I'd be hospitalised. I probably should just stay in and harness this bizarre and manic energy into drinking, dying my hair, and starting a piece of writing that I STARTED yesterday but have not finished. Since I'm only two sentences in, I'm not STARTED, really.

Also: MUST MAKE SCHEDULE. OH MY FUCKING GOD. I need a schedule for the completion of TDL (currently stuck in a fucking quagmire) and for the finishing/shopping of some other stuff that's been waiting around FORFUCKINGEVER and for the start of, um, I can't even remember the current name, I think it might well be The Crow Road. Because I really really like Iain Banks.

What am I doing with my life? WHAT?

Nothing, that's what. Not yet. And I refuse to fucking do nothing with my fucking life. It's my life, and it's the only one I get, and I AM NOT GOING TO DIE NOBODY.

Fuck everything that ever says otherwise. WITH A TWO BY FOUR.

*catches the energy*

*grins like a monster*

Yeeeaaahh. That's what I've been missing.


ETA: Note to self: Work emails sent while manic make no fucking sense.

Bear this in mind. OH MY GOD.