Hmmmm *pets tummy*

futurenurselady is right.
LOTS of ills can be cured by raw fish.
AND, the sushi chef was SUPER kyute, in an Anime Hero sort of way, especially when he said "S'ank you, goodnight!" on my way out the door with his hard cut sushi. *grins*

Plus, I'd forgotten my chicken dish came with a salad and soup, so it was like Christmas opening the bag! Little box after little box of yummies! So I have noodles and rice left, and I think I'm going to go drain myself some more pickled ginger, and get a bit more soy sauce and eat some rice.

This was all of course, before I got called a liar by a little girl. LJ Abuse, here comes the complaint. I'd hesitated because I don't really like getting anyone into trouble, and it's not really my trouble anyway, but I'm going to encourage the friend whose LJ was hijacked to make a complaint, which he was planning on anyway. Great Jumping Googly Mooglies! The thing is - the thing that pisses me off is that I got called a Liar. I'm a bitch, I'm a lot of things, I get lied TO. But I DO NOT lie. Duh and all sorts of nonsense like that.

Hmmm, rice and ginger await. Hmmm, happy tummy.

GAH!

GAH! I SAY!
I HATE being a fricking responsible adult, goddammit!

So, I'm awake, which I don't EVEN want to go into. Fortunately is SHALL BE My last time of evil all night Saturday nights, and certainly up way too early on Sunday after getting to bed after 4 AM Saturday until the end of tax season.

I'm putting together a schedule which I THOUGHT I could just do generically, but I'm ending up doing it week to week. I feel like some sort of freaky kindergarten teacher - I'm LITERALLY scheduling myself playtime, and naptime *grumble*

Here's the problem - money is tight. Already, and again. Again reasons I can't go into. And to be honest I'm a little unclear on the HOWS of how money is tight. I just did a buttload of billing, and I'm looking at bills I thought would be paid ontime which won't be, without me going without food for a week (You've seen me, that doesn't happen *evil grin* It also means no ManRay and fuck that noise) So I'm applying my knowledge and my skill to organizing my life into nicely colored blocks of worktime, and who I need to see when.

it's sad, and pathetic.
Along with long commutes on some days I'm looking ay a minimum of 45 hours a week. If you add commute times to at least the Cape, we're talking at least 50. This DOES give me some free time on Tuesdays, to take my car in for service, and the occasional sleep late. And it also gives me Sundays off (wait for this)

What bugs me is that I REALLY shouldn't be going to Voltaire on the 17th. Not because of the need to work,but for the need for the MONEY. And that MAKES ME ANGRY. I know why I'm running short, and if I start working for CPA number 2, I'll have a boost to my income weekly

Here's the thing, I COULD work Sundays, but I'm (for obvious reasons) railing against that. But I could, and I'm thinking about it, starting next Sunday. I mean JEEZ!

Fact is, I don't know if I can afford Voltaire, I'd like that hotel room I keep wanting, and I'd really need the next day off. but if I don't go, I work that Tuesday into the evening, and then Wednesday. It's about $200-300 in income I could have, versus spending about $150.

GAH! GAHGAHGAHGAH!
I HATE tax season! I need to max out my money making, and I need to get caught up on bills, but you'd THINK I'd be able to effing have a night off here and there???

We hateses your damn taxes. We truly hateses them.
*grumble*

Addendum - OK I know other people work jst as long hours, more so. And I DO have an end to tall this - April. But, that's ten weeks of knowing I'm working 50plus hours. AT least. And I'm not sure what everyone does, but ir'a 50plus hours of either LONG driving stretches, or sitting at a desk, trying to wrap my head around what's deducted, and what am I missing where. It's Draining and (forgive the pun) Taxing. I come home mentally wasted. Daily. Like the project waiting for me in the Cape - he largest corporate client. I really need to get about 30 State returns done in the next two weeks (these are due March 15) and there's a hassle this year regarding depreciation - the Feds added a new rule which half of the states went "Um, NO, we're not allowing that" which they have the right to do, so I have to be extra special careful, along with speedy. Over 30 returns. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.

Along with that, I can literally CUT the tension in my offices with a knife. It's crunch time, and people get stressed about completeing work. That sucks the mighty one let me tell you = wanting to cry simply becasue your BOSS is putting off so much stress it's overwhelming.

I feel like a total ass when I complain about over work when facing one of my bosses who gets to the office at 8AM, and is there when _I_ leave. I don't want that life, thanks.

OK, must get up. I think I'm NOT going to the office right now but I do need to go to the bank, and I'm thinking about going to the Tea Room down the street.

LJ as a pager

poetman

if that was you that just called, give me a call back.
I was listening to Bella Morte too loud and didn't hear the phone til too late.

Article in the Globe

http://www.boston.com/news/local/articles/2004/02/08/gothic_romance/

OK, cool, yes, but WHO'S Idea was it to invite the norms into the club?
*evil grin*

morbidiqua, pat_man_ta and gothboy
some neat quotes from you guys.

There are others but their LJ's escape me for the moment. Right now tho I'm glad I'm a hair too busy to go out a lot. *lol* Should make for a nice upswing for the club and scene and that's a good thing. *hugs* all around.