Currently:
- cooking dinner
- babysitting dragonforce #1
- babysitting minor!dragonforce #2 (2-5, really, but I don't want to push my luck with CVS)
- writing NaNo
- folding washing
- formulating tomorrow's todo list

Try fitting all that in your Facebook status coherently, though.

Everything is going pretty well as far as the work stuff goes... the second third is being jammed up CVS's proverbial, courtesy of the fabulous dragonforce script, and I think the whole process should be done by the time I usually leave for work in the morning. (Though with the password thing, I may need to stay up and make sure that the permissions will last that long.) I'd stay home tomorrow to make up for the whole weekend thing and get some decent sleep, but unfortunately I still have to do the final third and confirm that the first third actually made it up before I go prodding helpdesk with pointy objects.

Mum is back from the coast, which is pretty much why I bothered to cook. She's exhausted. Oopee's bleeding internally from the medication, so he's not coming out of hospital yet, and her sister's not coming home because - wait for it - she wouldn't have a car. (Her daughter is currently using her car to travel about fifteen minutes across town to get to her workplace, which would take about forty minutes on two buses. Somehow this would be too much hardship to assist a dying grandparent? As if Shelly wouldn't do that and give up the car to her mother again.) Yeah, no, Diane. Pull the other one; it's got bells on.

Dinner has been retrieved from the oven and I should probably make sure my mother actually eats instead of lying prone on the couch before she crawls to bed, so that's that for the time being.

[EDIT] Oh, and Wyrren came past for an hour or so this afternoon! ^^ It was really good to see her again, even though I spent half of our conversation rattling away at release notes. I'd missed her.

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My mother and eldest aunt have spent the last two months running themselves ragged looking after my grandparents.

My grandparents have spent the last two months dying.

My middle aunt and her husband have spent the last two months in Canada visiting their children.



Take a wild guess who is trying to sound hard done by in this situation.

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I don't think I can stop wanting to punch my uncle in the mouth. Because anyone who insinuates that my mother is over-exaggerating the danger when she is having to constantly tell my grandfather to live? Can go fuck ponies for popcorn.

I was prepared to rant about my day until I came home and heard about what this cockhead had said to my mother from his fucking Canadian holiday about who would miss seeing his children here. You know who's going to miss seeing his fucking child? MY GRANDFATHER. ON HIS DEATHBED. Not that either of you selfish, vacuous FUCKHEADS are worth the effort.

And no, I am NOT friends-locking this. Because I've bitten my tongue about these morons long enough.

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Today was actually pretty good for a substitute Monday. Aside from the continuing drama of the moneylending, anyway, which I think is over. Dad only SMS'd, thankfully, but seemed genuinely shocked that I'd be so upset about not being able/willing to lend him money. -_- Clearly he does not understand how well the Catholic Guilt has worked upon my mother and I.

Sorted everything that needed sorting today, but actually really need to do the JBoss Messaging version release notes tomorrow. *vows* Kind of important to get this stuff done before all the tech reviews come flooding back in... and man, Thursday through Tuesday is not going to be a fun fun happy-go-lucky time.

Should possibly have scheduled birthday drinks for another time.

Should possibly have scheduled the change in internet for a different time, too, because I'm sure that'll involve a service hiccup or four, but hey, it's going to be ADSL2+ and I can always go in to work on the weekend if I absolutely need to.

Oopee had his stent put in today, and he's still feeling pretty rotten, which is to be expected. I hope he perks up all the perking he can do pretty soon, but he's not exactly optimistic about the situation, and neither is anyone else. I maintain he cannot die of anything until he has a) taught me to speak Dutch fluently and b) told me his life story in detail so that I can pass it on. That is my story and I am sticking with it.

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I just want you all to know that.

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( The only possible answer, guys, c'mon. )

Dammit, now I want to reread H2G2. And actually write all that Ford/Arthur I wanted to write the first time that I read it.

But. Books I want to read start with Michael Pryor's Blaze of Glory, which I got for free about a year ago and still haven't read, despite its pleasing texture and the fact that the main character is dead. (Yeah, I don't know how that happened either.) However, since I'm meant to have Oscar and Lucinda read by Wednesday, that might be a slightly more prudent thing to work on reading at my father's house. (That way, when I drive myself insane with it, I might actually do some work on The Conductor, since I won't really be able to watch TV when the kids are sleeping.) Failing actual work, though, I'm probably going to work on the no_true_pair prompts. Or just raid my father's CD collection again.

Maybe I can spend some time screenshotting Disney movies. :D That would be a pointless waste of time fun. :D

(WTF, definitely raiding my father's CD collection. HOW DO I ONLY HAVE VIVALDI'S "WINTER" ON THIS THING. DDDDDDDD:)

[EDIT] ( BLEACH MAKES ME CAPSLOCK. HARD. )

But still, it makes me sad. "If only Byakuya could rid himself of that brash attitude," says his grandfather. ;_; After all that glee, I sadfaced pretty spectacularly.

Not to mention what this new information about Gin means for Matsumoto's relationship with Hitsugaya. WOW. Way to fuck us all up, Kubo. :'D