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Cajungal

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Ever since I finished this short story, I still feel emptied of words. Can't put together a passable story. Bah. :mad:
 
I'm supposed to be editing a 133,000 word manuscript, but I just don't feel like working tonight and I'm wasting my hours making John Carter meme snapshots.
 
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I'm tired, but I can't sleep. I hate people who can just drop off or take naps*. I can't do that stuff. When I finally get to sleep, if I wake up again, that's it. I'm awake again for hours and hours on end. :(




*I don't really hate people who do that...
 
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It's not a matter of noise, it's a matter of making myself sleep. Unless I'm drugged up on meds or something, my mind is always running around and I can't sleep.
 
I'm pretty sure in the show they could load high explosive rounds in to the bottom.
Ah, okay, that makes sense then. That's pretty much what I was asking. Otherwise, all it needed was a bizarre curve to one side to make it a Liefeld gun.
 
How I understand that. I'm trying to readjust to days but last night was a failed attempt. Went to bed at 11 and was up at 2. Now I want to sleep and it's 11 am. I start back on regular days tomorrow. SIGH.
 
Ever since my granpa died, I live on my own. Now, I don't have a car, or a license for that matter, so I usually do groceries two times a week 'cause otherwise it's too much to carry. Today, I went to go get a crate of beer, as I usually have one with my dinner. I put the empty crate on the back of my bicycle, fastened it with one of those elastic hook rope things, did groceries, came back with a full crate of beer, all good. But then I dismount as I come home, hit the crate with my bag, and /bam/ it falls onto the sidewalk. Five bottles broke, three more lost their caps and emptied, and two more remained whole to the eye but sprung a leak somewhere and lost half. That's almost half a crate gone.

I'm the worst.
 
Ever since my granpa died, I live on my own. Now, I don't have a car, or a license for that matter, so I usually do groceries two times a week 'cause otherwise it's too much to carry. Today, I went to go get a crate of beer, as I usually have one with my dinner. I put the empty crate on the back of my bicycle, fastened it with one of those elastic hook rope things, did groceries, came back with a full crate of beer, all good. But then I dismount as I come home, hit the crate with my bag, and /bam/ it falls onto the sidewalk. Five bottles broke, three more lost their caps and emptied, and two more remained whole to the eye but sprung a leak somewhere and lost half. That's almost half a crate gone.

I'm the worst.
If it's any consolation, I've seen much worse bike/beer accidents.
 
Part of my husband Christmas bonus at his old job was three cases of beer. It was great timing as we were set to have our Tibbs Eve parts on December 23rd. That day Jet suddenly became enamoured with the beer cases...and knocked them all over. It was horrid. Beer all over my living room. It smelled like a brewery in here for the party. He somehow managed to break every single beer in two of the 24 pack cases.
 
This has been a hell of a two week period. My brother is finally doing better in his surgical recovery, but now has a post-operative infection which includes not only a bacterial component, but also a fungal component, and possibly has a chyle leak (they're still working on firming up the diagnosis, but even if it is a chyle leak, it's not a serious one, as he's draining around 240 mL per day, and they cut-off for a serious issue is >1000 mL). I'm now headed to the doctor's office so I can hang out with my wife while she has a sebaceous cyst removed from her scalp. And, of course, her laptop has started telling her that she should replace the battery soon, which looks like it's going to run about $100 - $125. Seriously considering just doing a graphics card upgrade on my old desktop, dropping an additional 4GB of RAM in it, and giving it to her.
 
People are using the wrong thread for the wrong things. This is the whine thread, for things that're self-centered and whiny. Not for serious or semi-serious rants or annoying things that happened to you.
Gared, I mean you! This isn't the right place for that! GTFO! Begone!
Also, dude, that sucks - both for your brother and your wife :-/

Now, something that cango in this thread: whah, I've been here for...err...4 years in the current incarnation and I haven't received a SINGLE like :'( Nobody loves me! There's the rub! :rolleyes:
 
Easy solution: don't allow him near a phone. Alternatively, don't allow him to call you. Or divorce him. All three will result in less-or-none missed phone calls from your husband ;)
 
I really want to go to my favorite wing place now that I'm back home but I have no one to go with and I'd feel like a fat loser if I went alone.

I wasn't sure if this belonged in the regular rant thread or here so I put it here just to be safe. :p
 
How do people with actual, serious insomnia deal with this shit? I've only had two nights of barely any sleep and I'm already having a hell of a time focusing on anything/making sense of anything. I cannot imagine having to deal with this frequently/on a permanent basis.
 
How do people with actual, serious insomnia deal with this shit? I've only had two nights of barely any sleep and I'm already having a hell of a time focusing on anything/making sense of anything. I cannot imagine having to deal with this frequently/on a permanent basis.
Coffee and rage.
 
Man, I hope this doesn't turn out to be a real case of insomnia then, I would hate to have to live my life like that. Depression I can handle (though I don't have to anymore, because drugs, and the fact that it's no longer winter, kick ass), because it's a different type of exhaustion, but real life, haven't slept in days exhaustion just sucks.
 
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