Before you wreck yo’self.
Ordered my groceries online this week because we are witnessing the dawn of the Apocalypse and it turns out, the first seal is making the air bad to breathe.
I guess we’ll have to learn to breathe something else.
So the groceries arrive and the first thing I notice is that they gave me the full sugar version of the vanilla wafers I ordered, DESPITE the fact that I explicitly said in the “note to your Sav-On employee” section of the order form, “Do not substitute sugary versions of things for the no sugar version!”.
Or something to that effect. I probably phrased it better.
Luckily, the delivery guy was still standing there, so I handed the evil sugary cookies back to him and added a piece of my mind as a tip.
Clearly, and this plays into my trust/control issues SO BIGLY, I can’t trust these dipshits to actually read the note. so from now on, I will just say “no substitutions”.
I’ve avoided that up to this point because I wanted to treat these people like grownups. Ones that can handle basic instructions.
I’m done with that now.
Oh, I forgot : this whole thing started with me being woken up around half past noon by a phone call from said deliverers saying they would be there in ten minutes.
But I was sure I had booked a 3 pm to 5 pm delivery slot.
So now I had to wake up in a hurry and get some pants on. So I was already feeling cranky before the guy showed up.
I get grumpy when I have to wake up in a hurry. And wear pants.
This is the sort of thing that turns us placid Taurus types from being Ferdinand the bull, happily sniffing his flower into a raging Hank Hill ranting about how “we’re the only ones with any gott dang sense around here!”
It really does feel that way sometimes. Even for me, someone who is not actually all that sensible or practical.
And yet, I am always seeing simple, effective solutions to problems that seem obvious to me and yet humanity at large couldn’t manage to find them if they stuck a dowsing rod up their ass.
And it can drive you crazy if you let it. The only way to make peace with it is to accept that you have a special gift that makes certain things obvious to you that are by no means obvious to others.
And with that comes the humility of knowing there are lots of people in the world who can see things you can’t in just the same way.
Admittedly, being hyper-intelligent like I am complicates matters. It amps the problem up to 11 because I legit see things nobody else does and yet I also stumble around like a damned fool doing dumb shit all the time.
I’m a hothouse flower, is what it boils down to. It’s not how I would choose to be. I would rather big rugged and practical and tough.
But there’s a reason people build hothouses to grow delicate flowers like me.
Because oh, how we bloom.
More after the break,
I did a thing
Feeling better . Antibiotics must be working. The malaise is gone, thank Jesus, and I don’t feel tired all the time.
Still feel very hot though. It’s either a serious, life-threatening fever, or August.
It doesn’t feel like the heat is coming from outside my body, though. It feels like someone turned the furnace on waaay too early. Like I got space heaters going full blast somewhere mid-torso.
It might be clogged pores. I need to take hotter showers, and more of them. Get my thrice damned big pores flushes out so I can sweat properly.
Another inheritance from my mother’s genes. Big, clog-prone pores. Makes me wish I had my own little sauna.
The dry kind, of course. The other kind isn’t a sauna, it’s a steam room.
Tried the one at UPEI once. I swear to god, I barely made it out alive. Turns out it activated my tendency towards heat stroke ALL THE WAY.
Pretty sure some of the old guys in there must have helped me out.
No, I like the dry heat. Feels amazing as long as I can keep my easily overheated head from making me ill.
My favorite thing about being on the beach is laying on a towel on the sand, letting all that radiant heat broil the toxins from me body.
Having fun in Skyrim. Think I found a cure for my tendency to get bored with my current character around Level 30 and start a new one : respec potions.
Oh, NOW the title makes sense!
To respec your character in a game like Skyrim is to get all your skill points (or whatever refunded so you can spend them differently.
Usually, this is used to correct mistakes. Skills you regret investing in, spells that were totally not worth learning, erasing that one crazy night with the elf ranger and his dog.
You know, normal things like that.
But there’s nothing that says you have to invest a single point in anything you invested in before.You could completely rework your character into something that only has one thing in common with the previous incarnation and that’s a name,
Don’t you wish real life had that option?
“I’d like to move all the points I put into video game into actual marketable job skills, please. Oh, and how much IQ do I have to refund to get social skills?”.
I can spare a few points. I’m smarter than I know what to do with anyhow.
What am I forgetting? Oh, the thing I did!
I sent my notes to E, my guy on thsis show I might be writing, and he liked them and so I am going to start Phase 2, which is characters.
Shows live and die by their characters. You either enjoy spending time with these people or you don’t.
Luckily. I happen to be extremely good at making funny, lovable characters.
After all, I’ve played one for many years.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.