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A trip to the tire store for replacement tires for the car *sigh* led to another, more expensive repair that we were hoping to put off for a while. *sigh*
Pips is home. She bought tequila. She's making sloppy joes. I spent the afternoon watching my White Shadow Season 1 DVD's. I got some paperwork from the Dept Of Labor.
A machinist that has worked with me for 14 years decided to give me a weeks notice, so I have to run a CNC for 6 hours a day.
*w00t*
In other news, I have created a *Sigh Jar* at my house... it's like a "Curse Jar", except every time someone exhales in a lengthy arduous fashion as a means of expression they can be pleased to deposit a quarter in the appropriate receptacle.
I've waived all your fees for today, I think I'm too tired to collect anyhow... :)
Health insurance is expensive. Sigh. It doubles if I use the same plan next year, because apparently in that magical 12-month period, I will get SO INCREDIBLY OLD that I will have to be hospitalized repeatedly. Sigh.
Also, my workplace seems to be refusing to mail me the money they owe me. Sigh.
arsey's comment reminds me that I've been putting off going to the dentist. And I know I have a cavity (and receeding guns and nicotine stains on the back of my bottom teeth and an expensive prosthesis that needs replacing) because I've been getting these little twinges. I just know it's going to be a big honking cavity and even though I'm all earthy-crunchy and shit I'm seriously considering borrowing a valium or something because I. so. do. not. want. to. do. this.
You go out on a work evening trip to see a film, sit in a pub for an hour afterwards talking to a seemingly nice colleague and the next day they suddenly they turn into THE FREAKING STALKER FROM HELL. Seriously - we talked for under an hour and now you're emailing me, texting my company mobile phone, leaving silent calls and phoning me on the thing at home in the evening asking whether I have aspergers?! WTF woman?! Er, *sigh*
*jumps up on the table, muddy boots soiling the pristine white table cloth, slings guitar from over his shoulder and proceeds to shred a killer solo with the volume at 11*
I hurt and I'm really,really tired and I feel sick all the time. And all anyone can do is pat my head and tell me it will pass and that I should feel lucky. But none of that changes the fact that I HURT.
I judged a one act play competition last night. One of the other judges gave a note in the critique that an actor shouldn't *sigh* before they speak, they should put the energy of the *sigh* into the words. Ya shoulda been there, he did a great demonstration. So - rah rah! Don't sigh, do something!
Ok that was the one rainbaby cheerleader moment you'll probably ever see. And also pretty lame. But cherish it as I cherish you or something.
my coworker sighs quite often...out of boredom, frustration, anger...one day i kept a tick sheet of all the sighs. 38. 38 sighs. that's a lot of sighing...
(tick sheet has since been expandeed to include # of F-bombs, GD's and phone slams per day...me and another coworker have put it on an excel spreadsheet that auto-tabulates for the week)