(No: I haven’t read it, but I’m pretty sure I did read a novel with a scene where a highschool class were analysing it. I have no idea what that novel was though. Probably something modernist or with a social agenda. Or both.)
If anyone sees my motivation lying around anywhere, could they return it to me? Ta.
The other day I sent a request to remove my permanent availability at work (overtime availability, that is), as my new shorter shifts mean I work four days instead of three (I’m part time haha) and I can’t do the shift that I was officially available for any more, and I can’t do any other days now. They’re refused to remove my availability entirely. So, I sent a new request...
Me 5 minutes ago.
Me: What is this "ALT + reblog button" nonsense?
Me: Oh. My. God. This is amazing.
bunnythecarrotslayer: “The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will...
I have soooo much to do for the Alice cake… but I just can’t be bothered at the moment. Bad, bad little caker :( I feel so creatively uninspired at the moment. And it’s a massive pain, quite honestly.
New shift pattern starts tomorrow. Annoying, because I now have to work four days a week but only actually one hour more than I used to (three hour shifts? I mean, seriously?!) but also kind of good because I’ll be working the morning and early afternoon shifts now, so I’ll actually have more free time than I did. I like to think this will make me super productive ;) Other new...
So… we’re entertaining the idea of moving to Bristol next year.
So many wants.
I want to buy a lovely cottage in the countryside and I want to roadtrip America and I want to do the Grand Tour and I want a bigger kitchen and I want to afford my rent please and I want it to be September and I want a longer holiday. All in good time!
Driving up the Great River Road
the-sharps: Currently I’m sat up in a shifty motel. There are stains on the bed, a dead cockroach in the bathroom and a lone pubic hair right beside my pillow. The town I am in, which will remain nameless for now, is on the Mississippi Delta, but it seems that all the soul and blues born into this landscape has, in the words of Bruce Springsteen, “turned into parking lots”. Still, I can’t...
Furniture, crockery, and half a Mad Hatter = made. Tomorrow: Mad Hatter’s head/hat, the Hare and Alice. And I should probably get baking too.
Stressed out about this ‘consultation’ that I have to go in to work for tomorrow. I am officially on holiday and no manager has bothered to mention a thing about this to me personally. I am not a happy bunny. (Essentially - according to someone I work with, like I say, no manager has made the effort to say a word about it - they’re changing all our contracted shifts and screwing...