I could go into the details here, but I think it's sufficient to say: I never want to co-write again. Given the career path I want to pursue though, I most likely will have to.
Honey in coffe is vile, because the flavors don't go together. I use agave, which has a nondescript flavor that goes well with coffee and mixes in quickly. It also gives the coffee a silky texture (like the corn syrup in a Starbucks drink) so you think you're using a higher fat dairy product.
I have a stockpile of charging cables, my wife is abnormally harsh on them. She kills one, I pull one out of thin air and replace it before she has a meltdown.
Well yeah, there is that... That would be in the Happy Thread I guess. Bringing it back to Not Happy... I went out to do laundry, and the washing machine is dead...which I discovered after putting the detergent in. I'm not quite sure whether to call an electrician or washing machine repair guy. ETA: Electrician. The other outlets on that side of the laundry room and light switches are all dead, too. Damn. This sounds expensive.
The Inlaws are in the area. On the up side I’m off the hook for figuring out what to make for dinner tonight. On the down side I now find myself sentenced to an evening with my father in law, brother inlaw and his wife, and a host of ill behaved children at Golden Coral. That and IHOP are the only places my father in law is brave enough to patronize.
I hate to sound obvious, but did you check the fuse/breaker box yet? I've called out repairmen before for stuff that I could/should have been able to handle myself in 30 seconds and... well, yeah.
Wife just reminded me that we will be doing an Easter thing on Thursday with people I can’t stand. And this is especially dumb because we’re not fucking Christian, not even a little bit religious. Why does my wife feel obligated to do these things?
Mixed "What are you doing now" and "Not Happy": Trying to sort out one of my courses for next semester, which starts in two weeks. I don't do specifics here, but the higher-ups have instituted some changes this year that make my job a lot more difficult and time-intensive. I've managed to do more with less before though, I'll make it work, but still, this feels like an effort I shouldn't have to be making.
Two scandals just blew up in the m/m world of ebook publishing. In response, my favorite publisher... which I’ve been dying to publish with for years... just closed their submission inbox. Meanwhile my options are shrinking. There used to be 4-7 decent publishers in my genre. Now there’s three, and two of them stopped accepting unsolicited manuscripts. So my options are Get an agent. Self-publish. I guess m/m is changing. I’m still convinced this is the publisher I want. They publish the best romance in the business, and I aim to write the best romance in the business. Fuck everybody. Can’t take me down. I’ll get in somehow.
Talk to @BayView or @Laurin Kelly they might have some advice for you in this niche situation you are in.
This is the coffee I bought the other day (not my usual brand). It's not good. The label says 'Hints of caramel and dark chocolate', but it actually tastes like a pack of old Woodbines.
I'm not really a coffee person, but isn't "All-Day Americano" a code word for instant that's been sitting on the burner since the before breakfast?
An Americano is black coffee with water added to it. Though I have yet to find an instant coffee that doesn't taste like bitter mud mixed with plastic powder.
Thanks. Unfortunately, I need to replace the electrical panel like, yesterday. It needed both inside and outside panel replacements / upgrades plus a few outlet replacements. I did the first part, and had to pause for a few weeks to find more cash, and I think it's the electrical gods saying "Time's up, this isn't safe!"
It's a shot of espresso with hot water added to it. Which makes it... wait for it... exactly like regular hot coffee. It's how you make coffee from an espresso machine when a regular coffee pot is not available.