Fuck Tonight
Sep. 21st, 2018 11:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickJust spent two hours getting my account with Cox sort-of-kind-of merged with my parents' old account because for whatever reason we only learned recently that the e-mails associated with the old account were going to be deleted. (A year after the fact -- the old account was closed when we moved.) And since we use those e-mails rather a lot, we needed a way to keep them. Worked in the end, but it took quite a lot of figuring out just what information they wanted from us regarding which account and making sure the right information was associated with each one. For a minute there I was seriously frightened I'd managed to accidentally lock myself out of my own account with all the changes we were doing.
Add onto that it was the usual shitty day at work (had to call a parish about some pledge cards that were missing some vital information, look up pledge changes, answer the usual bunches of e-mails, and had a super-late lunch break because of it -- I'm lucky I was able to get in a walk), and I -- I'm just kinda done with everything. Except that I'm NOT, as I still have queuing to do on tumblr and comments to answer on DW. . .
I dunno. I'm gonna blame some of this moodiness on my period. See about getting to work on the other stuff. At least I already got my writing done (redoing the conversation between everybody in the Ball & Socket; Jack Splatter and Victor's famous nickname just came up). And there wasn't too much in the way of videos ("Fun With Shorts" on feet and the health thereof, Call Me Kevin plants a pretty poisonous pinata garden, and the OXBox team consider commenters' choices for heroes turned villains). Tomorrow --
No, not going to make a to-do list. I either feel rushed or something doesn't get done and I feel bad. Just gonna get going on the stuff I do need to take care of. Night all.
Add onto that it was the usual shitty day at work (had to call a parish about some pledge cards that were missing some vital information, look up pledge changes, answer the usual bunches of e-mails, and had a super-late lunch break because of it -- I'm lucky I was able to get in a walk), and I -- I'm just kinda done with everything. Except that I'm NOT, as I still have queuing to do on tumblr and comments to answer on DW. . .
I dunno. I'm gonna blame some of this moodiness on my period. See about getting to work on the other stuff. At least I already got my writing done (redoing the conversation between everybody in the Ball & Socket; Jack Splatter and Victor's famous nickname just came up). And there wasn't too much in the way of videos ("Fun With Shorts" on feet and the health thereof, Call Me Kevin plants a pretty poisonous pinata garden, and the OXBox team consider commenters' choices for heroes turned villains). Tomorrow --
No, not going to make a to-do list. I either feel rushed or something doesn't get done and I feel bad. Just gonna get going on the stuff I do need to take care of. Night all.
