aka: Damn you Mercury retrograde, fuck the fuck off already
And then came Mercury retrograde of February 2014. Otherwise known as "Please, dear Universe, send all the bullshit you possibly can."
I'll be glad when this one's over... I've had enough.
aka: Damn you Mercury retrograde, fuck the fuck off alreadyBefore this retrograde period, before Imbolc, back all the way to the Solstice, I promised myself I would not fall into old habits of self-pity, bitching and moaning and ultimately doing nothing to right the wrongs in my life, etc etc and just overall being more positive about the day-to-day goings-on of my existence. And then came Mercury retrograde of February 2014. Otherwise known as "Please, dear Universe, send all the bullshit you possibly can." It started out with snarking back and forth with Albert (which turned out to be a simple matter of situational frustrations on both our parts.). It progressed to my apparent asskicking by invisible ninjas and a very badly sprained ankle. The swelling is down now after a week and a couple of days, I can put weight on it, but getting around is still a little tricky. Then, day before yesterday, a switch tripped in our fuse box outside which knocked out the power in our living room. Okay... easily solved. After 20 minutes of flipping switches to figure out which one controlled what, we got it back. (Hardly the same problem as when our refrigerator was on the fritz last year and I ended up pulling a muscle in my back because of the blasted fuse box lid weighing a ton and repeated trips out there to reset the switch). Anyways, around 5 a.m. this morning, I'm watching a movie with Brandon because I had to stay up to get the kids off to school (didn't go to sleep early enough and Albert decided to go to bed regardless of whether I intended to be up with them or not), and the light in the living room goes out a few minutes after I started charging my kindle. I figured, since I had not charged it since before the previous power issue, that the switch had been tripped again, and instead of waking him up, decided I would go try to fix the problem. I made no less than 8 trips back and forth around to the side of the house, and still no luck. Returning from that 8th trip, Brandon hands me the lightbulb from the lamp, and there's the tell-tale tinkling of filaments inside. THE DAMN LIGHTBULB BLEW. That was it... just a blown lightbulb. So after 8 trips, back ache (from the heavy-as-all-hell fuse box lid, and my ankle screaming and burning with pain, it was all for naught. AND I feel extremely stupid.
I'll be glad when this one's over... I've had enough.
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Cootie
3/31/2014 11:18:52 am
Oh yeah, man. That one WAS a doozy.
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