O come oooon.
Not only did my stupid self forget that sitting around in a too cold room with wet hair for two hours, while flatmates wander around and spread disease, is NOT a very bright idea, also Staples now withholds my order for my new office chair. Either I have to give them a company name I'm part of or I have to give them a credit card number. I own neither.
Well, okay then. I hereby ask al_pha if she would be so nice and order all of this for me, shipping to my adress, when she's done celebrating the delivery of her final paper, which was, if I may say so, a really good one. Congrats, by the by!
Anyway, I'm ill (and it's my fault) and grumpy (which is my fault, too, in a way). The dickheads right next to our flat still knock off two houses, without any break through the day. That's fucking LOUD. And will go on right until christmas at least.
*sigh*
Okay, enough griping already.
If I have to procrastinate getting my teeth done (because of a self inflicted illness) I'm going to have a lot of less stress. Perhaps I'll even be able to work on the novel again. And I shouldn't forget the prettypretty picture I finished yesterday. The moment it's dry and framed I'm going to post a foto here. Am migthily proud.
Yeah. Concentrate on the good sides. More time, less stress, no one smashing any teeth at all.
I just... I would have liked to lose my wisdom teeth asap, so I could say to myself that I didn't hesistate, didn't procrastinate, didn't lie to myself just because I'm afraid. Well. Have to prove myself on something else, now. On the novel, perhaps.
Damn, life's full of life these days. *grin*