I'm so Tired

A 64-post collection

Why do I hurt myself?

As you'd expect, Beloved and I played Factorio pretty much all damn day. It's deliciously distracting. As a direct result, it was already pretty late when we finally gave up on it to watch some TV.

Two episodes of Daredevil on Netflix.

And episodes of Daredevil are longer than one might expect.

So it was almost firkin midnight before we lurched off to bed. And well after midnight before I actually fell asleep.

I am paying the price today.

...ow.

In other news, I have given up on trying to upload Shaturday videos on Firefox. The damn browser keeps crashing and frelling up my plans. Uploading anything to the online miasma definitely sucks when one has terrible internets all over the nation.

At least Chrome doesn't bloody fall over if you look at it funny.

I might swap all my browsings over to chrome. Firefox is a lovely idea, but it is way too unstable for my continuing mental health and I really need to tone down on my self-masochism. Beloved will probably chip me about it, but really? I just want a browser that performs reliably. And that includes not collapsing from an electronic aneurism every time somebody asks it to load a web page.

If I had a dollar for every time Firefox farted on my work, just as I was doing something involved, I would be able to get a new compy with all the bells and whistles. And a capacity which ably suits my desire to hang on to absolutely everything.

The only downside to swapping is the time it takes to load anything up. And, as I mentioned, the internet is shit right now.

Making myself do anything is going to be more effort than I've got. Ugh. I'm too old to stay up past my bedtime.

::Zombie Chewbacca noises::

Woke up at roughly 1:30 AM. Spotty, intermittent sleep until 5AM when my braid decided that, yes, going into slumber was a great idea.

And then, half an hour later, Rabbit started saying 'good morning' to everyone. 5:30 Am, after a rough night like that one, is the time that I least appreciate Steam Powered Giraffe. But I get over it quickly enough.

My gaseous plans to fetch batteries or shop around for cabochons on the cheap are currently shelved.

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Soldiering on

Something here is, I swear, that does not like me enjoying my life.

Yesterday morning, I forgot that I had to go on the Leyland's Tour to get Chaos some of the metal help she needs. The kid's wound tighter than an obsessive persons' clock. I can't really fathom why, Beloved and I spoil the spots off her.

Anyway. On top of that nonse, I also had to do my regular nonse, which included the monotonous and thankless task of linking up

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::Zombie noises::

I've had the second shitty night in a row and that sort of thing is never good for me. My spoons are at a minimum. My entire day is going to be "Can't be arsed, gotta do it anyway" with a side order of slow, uncomfortable moaning.

Good thing Steam Powered Giraffe is there to help my limited powers of concentration and at least keep me in the same plane of reality.

Also good thing - Beloved has taken a shine to

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