Hime-Chan wrote:
The French government will put taxes on nutella, the prices will go up. I'm ashamed of my country, how am I supposed to live without it?
Me going back to Britain is too far away, I'm not sure I'll survive 'til next october... xD
Make your own chocolate hazelnut spread?
My bad story: It's been raining for... ever. And just for the last two days, it's sunny. And for the last two days, I'm stuck indoor working on an assignment, looking out the window to see the radiant sun touch upon the windowsill in my dark basement room. For the last two days, I was stuck in a chair to live a sedentary lifestyle instead of a bike ride to feel the warm caress of the sun's rays. The good news is that I have learned to enjoy a sky with thin layers of cloud to be a sunny day.
Hime-Chan wrote:
The French government will put taxes on nutella, the prices will go up. I'm ashamed of my country, how am I supposed to live without it?
Me going back to Britain is too far away, I'm not sure I'll survive 'til next october... xD
Taxing Nutella and not all the other foods should be a crime.
"I suppose he could have changed. I myself have noticed my growing resemblance to a daffodil.”
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With the addition of an essay for my Asian Literature class, I now have so much schoolwork that needs to get done this weekend that it's not even funny.
"I suppose he could have changed. I myself have noticed my growing resemblance to a daffodil.”
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We were headed to a Write-In last night, hoping to pound out some more words in company with other Wrimos, and we also had a few other errands that we were planning to do, like hit the mall for a bit.
The Write-In did not happen, nor did any of the errands. Mind you it's been icky weather the last couple days, and it was raining when we left home, and there was hail mixed in by the time we were on the highway headed to the mall. We're pretty sure the accident will be ruled 'no-fault', as the weather caused the other driver to loose control of her car and sideswipe us, striking the rear door on the passenger side and dragging through the area of the right rear wheel-well.
This did NOT help my back, which has already been upset lately. Archi got out of the car to go talk to the other driver, and a few other people who were there (I have no idea why, but there were various people around). I didn't move. I didn't dare. I already knew I wouldn't be able to stand, and I quickly realized that I actually needed to sit pretty still to keep my back from screaming too much. Archi came to check on me, and a few of the other people came to check on me, but there wasn't much anyone could do, except report that I was injured and make sure that an ambulance was coming to get me. Not that I wanted to go to the hospital, but I was pretty sure I wouldn't really have a choice. It was just after everyone decided to let me be for a bit, with the door closed and the car still running so I was warm and dry, that I realized my glasses were not on my face. When I managed to summon Archi back over to the car, he said he didn't remember me having them when we left the house.
The idea of leaving the house without my glasses is patently absurd, unless I have contacts in. I did not, and I was quite sure I'd been able to read the car's clock when we pulled out of the driveway, but it was now nothing more than a bright green blur. My glasses had to have fallen off when the accident occurred. Unfortunately, I couldn't lean forward to look for them, and I couldn't get others to look much either. So my glasses remained missing as the emergency personnel put me in a cervical collar, maneuvered me out of the car (this took about 3 or 4 guys, as they didn't want to risk shifting my spine) and onto a backboard, then brought me to the ambulance. Still no idea where my glasses had ended up as we headed out to the hospital.
At the hospital, they poked at me a little bit and quickly decided I was mostly OK and they could take me out of the cervical collar and off the backboard. The soft gurney (stretcher) was a lot more comfortable. The doc ordered x-rays just to make sure there wasn't anything major wrong. One of the nurses had to help me out of my coat, sweater, sneakers, and jeans so that I was ready for the x-ray. Oddly enough, it seemed that no one had bothered to tell the x-ray tech what was up with me, as upon rolling me into the x-ray machine room, he asked me to hop up on the table and I had to explain that I could not move. He sorta went 'Oh. Whoops.' and went to get someone to help him move me onto the table. They undid the sheet from the gurney and lifted the whole bundle onto the x-ray table, which was every bit as uncomfortable as the backboard, though fortunately it didn't take all that long, and I was back on the soft surface of the gurney within about five minutes (I think). On the way to the x-ray room I'd been texting Archi back and forth about 'where are you'. The accident had shaken up his brain a bit, I think, because he forgot that each hospital in our city only has one ER, though the one I was in has another outpost closer to the river which has an 'urgent care' facility (similar to an ER, but for stuff that's less severe).
Once I was back in the ER room waiting for the doc, I decided that I was board and doing something to distract myself from the pain would be a good idea, so I pulled out my iPod and started playing Bejeweled until Archi arrived. He'd found my glasses so I could actually see. Somehow they'd ended up between his seat and his door, which quite explained why no one had been able to locate them earlier.
The x-ray results came out perfectly normal, and I managed to walk to the bathroom and back with minimal assistance, so the doc gave me prescriptions for the exact same medicines my regular doc had just given me (painkiller, muscle relaxer) a day or so before. I fussed about needing a stronger painkiller, so he gave me one dose of Vicodin before sending me home.
It was after 9 by the time we got out of the ER and headed home, so visiting the mall was completely out. We did decide to stop by our local 24hr drugstore, though not to get the prescriptions filled. I managed to find a pain-relief patch that didn't contain menthol, in addition to picking up a cane--Archi tries his best to be helpful, but he really hasn't had much practice being a support, so he kept forgetting and leaning into me, which made me think I was hurting him. Nope, just him trying to help, except that it didn't help. It was probably around ten by the time we finally made it back home. I'd been a little worried about going up all the stairs (3rd floor of an old house) but I managed. I was glad to have the cane, though.
Thus, I now sit ensconced on the bed, back still hurting, unable to do much. What bugs me most is that I was just starting to get over a flare-up. Oh well. It'll stop doing this eventually....
I have finally started to actually publish my story! For the moment, expect a new chapter each month.
"When a strange letter summons the Mouri family to Inaba, Ran is expecting a case. She's not expecting it to involve the TV, though.
If Naoto investigated everyone who came to visit Inaba, she'd have little time for real cases. When Yukiko reports that the Midnight Channel is back, however, she starts to wonder if the visitors are connected. Especially when the image clears, unveiling yet another mystery."
Short version: I'm taking various DC/MK characters to Inaba (where Persona 4 takes place) and dropping them through the TV to face their Shadows!
I don't like loosing my temper. I really don't. I used to have a very bad temper and it took a lot of work to get it under control. I hardly ever get this anger, to the point where I'm shaking and can't even stand up straight. But it happened and now I'm worried that I went too far.
Not that anyone cares, but I think my external hard drive might have died... I've been wondering the internet for hours trying to pick out a USB adapter to check it with, but I'm such a wuss. I'm having a hard time choosing... And then there is the chance that the drive might really be dead... D:
Just saw the trailer for World War Z and I'm quite disappointed in that, while it looks like a good action movie, it doesn't look remotely like World War Z. That books wasn't a thriller or a suspense; it was purely slow-burning horror as you read about the psychological ravages of a revolution of the undead on the survivors. The three parts that particularly haunted me were:
1. The boat radio operator talking about his job monitoring radio broadcasts from around the world, "the last broadcast from Buenos Aires with that woman singing that old lullaby", and how all of his coworkers committed suicide after long enough listening to people's last desperate pleas for help.
2. The girl talking about all the city-dwellers who fled above the snowline completely underprepared, how they turned on each other and were eventually forced to resort to cannibalism.
3. The diver freaking out about zombies still walking around on the sea bed a decade after the apocalypse, raving about how corrosive sea water is and how they should all be dust by now. This bit's particularly clever because it points out the biological impossibilities of zombies and the reason the man is mentally breaking down is because they're completely beyond his understanding. It's completely impossible for them to still be walking around down there, but they are.
All of that stuff is really not action-movie stuff. It's wonderfully horrific stuff, but it's not action.
So while World War Z looks like a decent action flick, I'm just terribly disappointed that I'm going to have to keep waiting for a movie of World War Z.
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