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Grump.
I am grumpy today. Because:
1. As of three days ago, I'm not dripping blood from an unmentionable orifice any longer, but I am continuing to have sporadic cramps. (Not, I hasten to add, particularly BAD cramps, although we're definitely past ow and into Ow!.) Considering that the cramps are the REASON I'm putting myself through this varied and exciting hell, I find the irony less than amusing.
2. Laundry. It had to be done before the laundry shoggoth got ambitious and ate a cat, but nobody can make me be gracious about it. On the plus side, I have yet again not killed myself going down the basement stairs with a full laundry basket.
3. I am one of those incredibly annoying people who get all pedantic and fussy about how the decade doesn't end with 2009. It ends with 2010. I realize that I'm being annoying, pedantic, and irredeemably fussy--but that only adds to my grumpiness.
4. The goblin book is stuck. Yes, with a month to deadline. I'm fairly confident I'll get unstuck quickly, but that doesn't, unfortunately, do much for the part wherein I am stuck and I hate it.
5. The credit card statement came today. 'Nuff said.
1. As of three days ago, I'm not dripping blood from an unmentionable orifice any longer, but I am continuing to have sporadic cramps. (Not, I hasten to add, particularly BAD cramps, although we're definitely past ow and into Ow!.) Considering that the cramps are the REASON I'm putting myself through this varied and exciting hell, I find the irony less than amusing.
2. Laundry. It had to be done before the laundry shoggoth got ambitious and ate a cat, but nobody can make me be gracious about it. On the plus side, I have yet again not killed myself going down the basement stairs with a full laundry basket.
3. I am one of those incredibly annoying people who get all pedantic and fussy about how the decade doesn't end with 2009. It ends with 2010. I realize that I'm being annoying, pedantic, and irredeemably fussy--but that only adds to my grumpiness.
(GUILDENSTERN: Let it go.
ROSENCRANTZ: But it's wrong!
GUILDENSTERN: I know. Believe me. Let. It. Go.
ROSENCRANTZ: But--!
[Guildenstern commences to beat Rosencrantz about the head and ears with a pillow]
ROSENCRANTZ: [muffled but defiant] It's still wrong!)
4. The goblin book is stuck. Yes, with a month to deadline. I'm fairly confident I'll get unstuck quickly, but that doesn't, unfortunately, do much for the part wherein I am stuck and I hate it.
5. The credit card statement came today. 'Nuff said.
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As for the decade stuff, I don't care whether it goes 2000-2009 or 2001-2010 or 2002-2011, I just don't understand people who can come out with their favorite x of the decade if they like x at all, and if x is not incredibly rare. I have, for example, a Top Godson of the '00s, but that's because Master R. Evans is my only godson of the '00s. The last ten years are, give or take, the entirety of my adult life post-college. How can a person come up with the top ten books of their entire adults life? It makes no sense. It means they're not reading enough, is my suspicion, or else they're very cranky. (Not that I am not quite fond of some very cranky people.) And it's not just that I'm comparatively young. Decades are long. My Onie is 97, and she's only working on her tenth one. When she finishes it, she'll have as many decades as a nine-year-old has had Christmases. See? Not many at all to divvy up and compare like that.
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