We who sit and wait

My grumpiness continues, as I sit and wait for about 30 separate huge, complex, and detailed files that I have to send to print and proof today, till long into the night and tomorrow night. I hate this hurry up and wait crap, where I'm paralyzed and chained to my desk and completely at the mercy of the production folks.

At least, though, I am not having siezures or going for emergency CT scans or waking up to a dead partner beside me, as has happened to people I know over just this past weekend. I can't believe the terrible things friends have gone through. I did break my little finger, but since I break bones on a seemingly regular basis (though, oddly, I don't really bruise much and the fingers/arms/toes don't really swell), it's not that big of a deal, and hard to tell except for the excrutiating pain when I type (and if my typing is even worse than normal, please forgive me). When I broke my arm a couple years ago, the doctor said he'd never have known it until the x-ray, because there was no bruising at all, and no discernable swelling. Which is weird, because I bruise if you look at me hard, but I think it has to do with how little circulation I have in my farthest appendages. Like, if I'd broken the arm nearer the elbow than to my scrawny wrists, I'd have had big-ass bruises and would swell to pumpkin size. But I'll take a broken or cracked bone, or even a really bad sprain (which, I think, hurt worse than broken bones), over siezures any day!

So, while I wait to wait, I gakked this from tzikeh because it's mindless and amused me. She listed out shows she has been fannish about over time, and I wondered if I could ever even do that. I know I'll forget some, but what the heck, it's worth a try.

( my life is so pathetic )

And if you ever wondered just how sad and scary I really am, now you know!