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This seems to be the story of my life at the moment—busy busy busy at work, until I'm completely laid out with something.
This time, I was super busy at work, until![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dungeonmarm gave me their stomach bug. I've basically been sleeping and vomiting for the last two days, so. Not great. But I'm starting to feel better now, and I have tomorrow off, so I'm cautiously optimistic. I managed toast yesterday, so my goal is rice today. \o/ (My tiny goals, let me show them to you.)
In other news, one of the positions I've applied to online has requested I fill out another specific application, which I think is a step in the right direction. Now that I can be awake for more than a couple of hours at a time, I'll see if I can find my updated resume on my old laptop, since I apparently did not upload it to gdocs like I thought I did. Google already owns the rest of my life, why doesn't it own this part, amirite? ;)
I—okay, on second thought, I'm going to cut this for spoilers and/or sad talk:
So at some point last year, I started a coldflash story called Trade All Your Tomorrows. In that story, I know they end up back in time, in Missouri in the '80s. And being the kind of writer I am, I immediately went: I can't write a gay relationship forming in the '80s without also really knowing what went on in communities during that time.
I was born in '82, but I was only vaguely on the outskirts of queer culture by the time I was old enough to understand what was going on. I knew AIDs was bad, I knew people were dying, but I didn't really know what they were suffering. So I've purchased a bunch of memoirs and queer books relating to that era, and I'm reading about...the sheer secrecy and terror that were going on in the during that time period. It' so fucking sad, and I'm so angry that I had to search these books out specifically to learn about it.
I recently got a tattoo! It's not quite two weeks old and has begun, I guess, the itchy as hell part of healing. It's the NC symbol from Bitch Planet. I've been wanting it for years, but only just had both the money and the ability to have it done this month. I'm super pleased.
This time, I was super busy at work, until
dungeonmarm gave me their stomach bug. I've basically been sleeping and vomiting for the last two days, so. Not great. But I'm starting to feel better now, and I have tomorrow off, so I'm cautiously optimistic. I managed toast yesterday, so my goal is rice today. \o/ (My tiny goals, let me show them to you.)In other news, one of the positions I've applied to online has requested I fill out another specific application, which I think is a step in the right direction. Now that I can be awake for more than a couple of hours at a time, I'll see if I can find my updated resume on my old laptop, since I apparently did not upload it to gdocs like I thought I did. Google already owns the rest of my life, why doesn't it own this part, amirite? ;)
I—okay, on second thought, I'm going to cut this for spoilers and/or sad talk:
So at some point last year, I started a coldflash story called Trade All Your Tomorrows. In that story, I know they end up back in time, in Missouri in the '80s. And being the kind of writer I am, I immediately went: I can't write a gay relationship forming in the '80s without also really knowing what went on in communities during that time.
I was born in '82, but I was only vaguely on the outskirts of queer culture by the time I was old enough to understand what was going on. I knew AIDs was bad, I knew people were dying, but I didn't really know what they were suffering. So I've purchased a bunch of memoirs and queer books relating to that era, and I'm reading about...the sheer secrecy and terror that were going on in the during that time period. It' so fucking sad, and I'm so angry that I had to search these books out specifically to learn about it.
I recently got a tattoo! It's not quite two weeks old and has begun, I guess, the itchy as hell part of healing. It's the NC symbol from Bitch Planet. I've been wanting it for years, but only just had both the money and the ability to have it done this month. I'm super pleased.
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Fingers crossed for your job hunting. I'm doing some hunting of my own while waiting for some school things to come through and I remember why I hate job hunting so much.
History is horrifying in a lot of ways but then it's nice to see how far we've come from that? Even if we have to seek out that history to even know about it....
Yay tattoo!
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Are you still working at that -- my memory is failing me, but after you left the helljob you went to a place in Ft Worth? Is that right? I know it was near the flooding. Is that not working out like you'd hoped?
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Nah, that place laid us off a little over a week ago with a pretty eh severance package. Something I knew was going to happen eventually I was just really hoping for it to last for a few more months. So now I'm half moved in with the boyfriend and get to move my the right of my stuff back up from Houston and then start condensing stuff so I can get rid of my storage unit while job hunting, hoping unemployment comes through, and school. The chaos in my life needs to stop.
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