Oh Fucken' Heck!

I thought my tongue had finally decided to rebel against the instrusion of my tongue stud. The right side feels like something broke in there (yes, duh, silly...but when in pain and all that...) and oy!!! It is ANNOYING!

So, okay. I finally took the time to look in a mirror today. After about a day and a half of swirling my tongue futilely in my mouth, I decided to assess the "damage" :p Fucken' heck, it's a flamin' ulcer. On the underside of my tongue. When I stretch my tongue out, it pulls on the ulcer. Ow-ow-ow!!!

The parental unit have taken themselves off for a well deserved island holiday, so it's just me and Da Doll at home, with a crappy buncha sibs lolling around. I've stocked the friggie, but with the sibs, the supplies will last two days if I'm lucky.

Hubby is still stuck in the boonies. Like: "What the fuck?!?!" right??? On standby, konon. Pfft. Hssst. Boo. Etcetra...

It's only been like 3 fricken months. A whole extra month more than his contract states he should be away from home. By rights, if they don't have any jobs for him to do off-shore, he's entitled to come home.

Seriously, they are so playing fast and loose with his rights. And he can't leave on a whim. Customs and laws in that country are corrupt and skewed. A flight out costs the earth, the moon, and a planet in Alpha Centauri.

Pfft squared.

I finally sent Pang something he could use, and I'm glad it's over. I'm usually quite at ease with my writing, but for some reason, this event and this article really had me digging my heels in.

I'd sent him like 3 (or was that 4) versions in a mixed up jumble of thoughts and impressions. I don't envy his job as editor, and am quite certain he would have cheerfully liked to have strangled me to death after he'd run me through with a pencil for the stress and delays I put him through.

Dunno if he's ever stumbled across my blog, but this is an official and public apology :)

Da Doll is currently sobbing her heart out at my desk. It's rather late, and we've both had a long day, but as punishment for her sudden display of temper (she flung a book at my bed and pouted mutinously), I'm making her finish her homework.

Yes, I'm inhuman. La-dee-da. That's news how?! I know the school holidays officially started yesterday, but I don't care. If I leave this alone, she'll be doing her homework next Sunday, and we'll be going through this exact same scene, except at a later date.

Anyway, that's it. I'm going to shut down here, let the munchkin off the hook, and read a book before I go to sleep. I'm reliving my childhood by reading the first of the Forgotten Realms Avatar series.