Frustration

A 19-post collection

Set Your Timers

My car is going in for a service at 10 today. That gives me a little less than three hours to get my shit together, and in the middle of trying to write this post, I got this bullshit:

[Shown here: Error message over an empty post titled (Untitled), message reads "Are you sure you want to delete this post?" and in a smaller font, "You're about to delete "(Untitled)". This is permanent! No backups, no restores, no magic undo button. We warned you, ok?" Two buttons are underneath the text, one for "Cancel" and one for "OK". The "OK" button is obliterated by a spinny wheel of doom]

This happened because the post editor that I've had open constantly on this compy up and decided that this morning was the perfect time to interrupt a post in progress to verify my firkin identity again.

Once a post is labeled "(Untitled)" it's like that in the URL forever, and I don't like that. So I delete those fucks the instant they appear. Or I evidently try to, because the internet sucks balls again, this morning.

If today's Instant doesn't happen until later in the day, then you know the reason why.

I will endeavour to keep things going regardless.

I think I got it now...

I'm into the swing of eating mostly protein. And my bod's still getting used to the change. I may have overdone the "energy" portion of my fodder last night because, dangit, I needed a treat after the run-around I got in finally posting yesterday's instant.

It went a little something like this:

  • Write story according to schedule
  • Attempt to merge in picture
  • 504 error apparently obliterates story
  • P A N I C !
  • Cursing
  • Realise that story is potentially lost forever and I
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ARGH D:<

Okay, so you remember how I was trying to make more earrings for the fantastic Miss Isabella Bennett…

I’ve hit a snag.

Namely, that pierced studs no longer have a flat bit I can just clip the stem off and then that stud is mine to play with… nope. They have a fucking NIPPLE on the back now for no reason whatsoever.

It basically means that I can’t glue ex-studs to the clips, any more.

I have tried

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Farging roadblocks!

No, this is not about traffic.

I seem to be cursed to stay at or above 91.9 kilos.

I bounced back up into solid 92kilo turf, today. Grrr.

I’m so mad at myself and frustrated and tired and, to add insult to injury, my right knee has decided to join my wrists in the Painful Rheumatism Club.

Which means I more or less have to rely on diet alone on the days when it’s painful to move.

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