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Achtane wrote:

monkeydancer wrote:I hate lab reports, especially ones in for tomorrow! The worst part is I know for a fact I've spent more time sitting here staring at my computer screen being really bored today than it'll take to do the damn thing.

Man, lab reports are the worst.
Electronics engineering is a hell of reports.

I can imagine, mechanical is pretty bad too. This isn't even for a proper lab, I'm writing a report about using a finite element modelling program...

I saw my dog for the first time in 10 months today... I'm not sure she even remembered me properly, but being torn away again was fucking painful... I want her here right now...

She's aged as well... gone from a 7 year old bouncy thing to an 8 almost 9 year old that's starting to slow down... I don't want to loose her... I know it's a few years yet but it feels so close...

Sad Scruffz....

I had to drive in a grocery store parking lot today.

That is all.

Noisy eaters drive me fucking crazy.
There's some asshole in voice chat right now with his mic always-on and he's eating like right into it. It's like micing a dog's chewing.
I hope he dies tonight.

today was one of the most horrible and stressful days i've had in a long, long time. i wound up missing the hearing on my ex-gf's motion for a temporary restraining order to take my cats and truck because the truck overheated on the way there (and also because i left too late) and so the order was granted in my absence. this naturally made me freak out like a mofo, and i returned home where i called out to the local Bar Assocition to get another lawyer referral and to the lawyer i'd talked to earlier in the week in case i needed him to represent me; my immediate intent was to find out how to file for a stay of the order so the truck and cats couldn't be taken pending a request for a rehearing.

after a few hours of collecting myself, calling my friends, taking prescription tranquilizers, having a brief nap, and otherwise trying to prepare, i went off to met with the legal aid attorney at 4 PM. he explained the steps i could take to file for a stay and rehearing on my own; when he got to warning that if i went to the courthouse i should borrow a friends' car because the sheriffs' deputies might seize the truck if there was an order for it to be turned over, i kind of freaked out because i really had no way to do anything about it. at this point he took pity on me and called up the ex's attorney and started working out a settlement in lieu of the provisions in the order.

at this point i hadn't been served with the order yet, so i didn't know what the provisions were...it turned out that she isn't trying to take the truck though she asked for that in the original filing, but was granted the cats. my attorney is negotiating to have us split up the cats between us, on the theory that it's better for her to settle than to pay for more hours of litigation (attorney quote: "don't make me go back to court for a cat."). other than that, there's a list of her stuff to be removed of which i have minor disputes with a few things she wants to take, and i'm supposed to not contact her, which is fine by me...i don't mind never speaking to her again as long as i live. i have to pay the attorney $750, which is money i don't got, but it'll be worth it to put this horrible part of my life behind me. at some point we're going to have to figure out how to divide the property we own in common, which consists of three vehicles, and that may require additional legal expense. but God willing i can soon have this behind me. i just hope she only takes one of the cats...the little girl kitty really loves her and is kind of indifferent to me, so they really should be together, but the boys really prefer me and i love them with all my heart and it's gonna break my heart to lose either of them.

it's one of the great tragedies of human life that people who love each other can come to resent and even hate each other so much that they do these kinds of things to each other...lost in anger, hurt, resentment, and an animal desire to retaliate, we spin downward into an abyss of cruel and nasty vindictiveness that's incredibly hard to break out of once you're caught up in it. it may be the most heartbreaking thing about losing your partner, watching the one you love(d) washing away from you like they're caught in the tsunami rushing ashore, up the side of the house and down the street and gone...

FUCK.

MGS4 ended the story and didn't need nor set up for a sequel. STOP MAKING METAL GEAR SOLID GAMES.

It probably won't be starring solid snake.

I love it too. I just I think each progressive sequel will heighten the chance of shark-jumping.

Even if they just dropped the "Solid" part I'd be fine. If it's no longer about solid snake, you can't really call it "Metal Gear Solid" anymore.

this asshole at work wont stop playing his shitty fucking techno and hip hop music! thats just cherry on top of my shitty fucking night/morning.

Every once in a while there's a week where I am just so tired that it is like painful.

What I need is like a week of nothing but sleep. Just all day every day. Then a week of nothing but working on music with a band.

I hate managers.

My cider is frozen.

I'm no longer getting unemployment compensation and after buying gas/bills, apparently Amazon Prime just automatically renewed my membership (I entered a trial of it, used it twice and totally forgot about it), instantly overdrawing my account. Hopefully I can get a refund on it; it just blew my account up a few hours ago and I'm definitely not going to be using Prime.

according to today's afternoon attorney update, my ex is insistent on keeping all three of the cats. i'm devastated, but i can't afford to fight her because i'm on unemployment and could barely afford to hire the attorney to try to negotiate a settlement. to make matters worse, my cat-allergic friend who's supposed to move out from Miami says it's a potential deal breaker if i get a new kitty...he was willing to put up with the cats i already have because he knows i love them, but doesn't want a new cat. so if i can't negotiate a kitty, i may not get to have a cat again for some time. needless to say, i'm heartbroken, desolately unhappy, and trying not to ponder the quandary of which cat to pick if i get to choose

I could wear a fuzzy onesie and kitty ears and sleep in a little cat bed on your floor while meowing and stretching in obtuse, confusing ways. In exchange, I want at least mid-grade wet food and tummy rubs.

well, i suppose it's time to take another Klonopin so i can stand to cope with this shit. i had to cut myself off from drinking when i caught myself reaching for a half-finished shot before going to see my lawyer this morning.