I got written up at work today.  I expected it.  My boss was surprised that I didn't argue with him, apparently everyone else on the planet had been arguing with him that day.  Nope. I know I missed a crap load of work when I had the cold from hell, I deserved to be written up.

On another note, my Dad came back from Saudi!!  I can't really say why, except that it involves lawyers, and he'll be here for a week before heading back.  Right now he and my mom are next door dressed as pirates.  I was supposed to do my mom's makeup, I tried to make her look Wenchy, but it turned out more like someone punched her in both eyes.  Oh well.  I wasn't expecting the wrinkles on her eye lids, didn't know how to cope with those.

Good news!  I finished a Supernatural fic!  It's the first one I've finished in forever.  It felt sooooooooooooo good typing that last sentence.  Partly because I was done, and partly because I was being incredably cruel to my character.  Hah!  My friend, muse and the person who kicks me in the ass when I get an idea for another story, Schelz was mad at me for ending it the way I did.  Then I came up with an idea for a sequel.  So I sent my story in to the very bestest Beta in the world, who will pick apart my story, tell me I suck at grammar and hopefully my writing will improve in a few generations.

Bad news!  My hands fucking hurt.  Really hurt.  If I hadn't taken a whopping dose of pain killers I'd not be on the internet at all.  I don't know what it is!  I've gone to physical therapists, acupuncturists, general practitioners and my shrink, done everything they ask, and yet they still hurt.  Oh, and now my jaw, neck and arm also occasionally hurt.

Alright, well I'm back, I had been called away to the neighbors Halloween party.  Their cd player was broken.  So of course my parents spread the word that I am a miracle worker when it comes to electronics (what they don't know is it is only with TV's, and a little bit of computers, the rest of technology, meh).  I trek accross the yard, well the cd's stuck in the little fucker.  To make things worse it's a Bose, and I know those are expensive, so I don't want to take it apart.  Instead I haul over our big ass boom box for them to play their tunes on.  The entire time, I felt extremely uncomfortable.  The guy dressed like Mr T wasn't making it any better.  God, I hope when I'm that old I can still at least use a CD player!