no sleep, high on carpet
Aug. 11th, 2003 01:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeWill to stay awake, slowly being sapped.
I've been attempting to clean the living room. Which I've maybe made half a dent in it. Rat cages were cleaned, carpet was hoovered, some surfaces were dusted. But I keep crapping out and sitting on the couch for half an hour, staring blankly into space.
I really, really, really want to pass the fuck out. It's been twenty hours since I slept. Please? I know if I go to sleep now, it's just going to go all fux0red.
I could probably dust both living room tables. Maybe cook dinner now and leave it on the stove in a big pot with a sign saying "HEAT IT UP YOURSELVES, MOTHERFUCKERS". But, I don't know if that'll go over too well.
I could probably just do without the sign idea.
Also, my mother is officially insane. She wanted me to email her work account with her resume attached. Which I did. Not two seconds after I sent it, the phone rings and it's her.
her: what did you just send me?
me: I sent you your resume.
her: No, you didn't. It's your Alice webpage.
me: huh?!
her: It says bio, stories, poetry, etc.
me: did you click on a link in the email, mom?
her: yes.
me: That's my signature line. You don't click on that unless you want to see my webpage. Your resume would not be a link. Your resume is not online.
her: Oh. Then where's my resume?
me: It's an attachment to the email.
her: But, I don't see anything else in the email.
me: It's. Attached. To. The. Email. You have to open it the file.
her: Oh! There it is!
@#$%!
I have walked her through this procedure on numerous occasions. She has to use this procedure for her job, as well. I am in no state to be doing IT work over the phone right now.
I think she's smoking crack.
I think I'm smoking crack, too. For deciding not to go to bed.
On second thought, it I were to be smoking crack I'd probably have a lot more energy right now.
I've been attempting to clean the living room. Which I've maybe made half a dent in it. Rat cages were cleaned, carpet was hoovered, some surfaces were dusted. But I keep crapping out and sitting on the couch for half an hour, staring blankly into space.
I really, really, really want to pass the fuck out. It's been twenty hours since I slept. Please? I know if I go to sleep now, it's just going to go all fux0red.
I could probably dust both living room tables. Maybe cook dinner now and leave it on the stove in a big pot with a sign saying "HEAT IT UP YOURSELVES, MOTHERFUCKERS". But, I don't know if that'll go over too well.
I could probably just do without the sign idea.
Also, my mother is officially insane. She wanted me to email her work account with her resume attached. Which I did. Not two seconds after I sent it, the phone rings and it's her.
her: what did you just send me?
me: I sent you your resume.
her: No, you didn't. It's your Alice webpage.
me: huh?!
her: It says bio, stories, poetry, etc.
me: did you click on a link in the email, mom?
her: yes.
me: That's my signature line. You don't click on that unless you want to see my webpage. Your resume would not be a link. Your resume is not online.
her: Oh. Then where's my resume?
me: It's an attachment to the email.
her: But, I don't see anything else in the email.
me: It's. Attached. To. The. Email. You have to open it the file.
her: Oh! There it is!
@#$%!
I have walked her through this procedure on numerous occasions. She has to use this procedure for her job, as well. I am in no state to be doing IT work over the phone right now.
I think she's smoking crack.
I think I'm smoking crack, too. For deciding not to go to bed.
On second thought, it I were to be smoking crack I'd probably have a lot more energy right now.
