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Wednesday, 30 December 2009 07:05:26
but I don't want to... I've got a scant few paragraphs to write to finish my New Year's Eve fic, and I'd like to get it done so I can post it, but I think my brain is too mushy at the moment to finish. The temp has dropped in the house (programmable thermostat) and my poor feet are freezing, but still I fight to stay awake, and cling to every second of my vacation... but I'm starting to feel ill which means I really do *need* to go to bed. Speaking of ill, my niece gave me her eye infection :o( Runny eyes suck. Also, the V on my laptop is not working properly and I keep having to hit it really hard to make it work. Not happy. Hmmm is there anything else I can ramble about to keep me up a bit longer? No? Damn. I guess I'm going to bed then.
Wednesday, 30 December 2009 19:05:38
Ah, the scenic and oft disturbing underbelly of Salt Lake City. So two things you gotta know. First, when 11 am rolls around, I'm not thinking about much besides a obtaining a 99 cent bean burrito. Second, where I work is kind of not the best side of town. It's by the airport, and yeah, enough said. I'm walking through about six inches of snow by this hotel, in shin high outdoorsy snow boots, jeans, a parka, and a hood, when a car stops by me. People often stop to ask me for directions, I guess I kind of have a knowledgeable, approachable look, makes shopping not too fun for me cause people always assume I work there for some reason. Anyway. Usually someone asks me for directions, and I stand about five feet away from their car so I can size them up, decide if they're okay or if I need to defend myself. Today, I can't hear anything through my hood, it takes three times for me to hear this guy because he's kind of mumbling. He asks me, "are you working?" I think this is an odd question. I look over at my office building, I haven't gone too far, and it is 11 am on a workday. So I shrug. "Yeah." He, of course, asks "How much?" This takes a moment to register, and then that was about the moment I decided to walk away. Don't laugh! How was I supposed to know? I don't know anything about girly stuff. Mostly I wander the earth calmly assured that no one would look twice at me, and with plans to kick them in the balls if they do.