That Moment...

“And here, Sally, we shall read about how we are trying to fuck over everyone who doesn’t support us, especially the disabled. Fuck them.”

 

TMW You feel completely disheartened.

 

TMW You have too many emotions running around inside of you that you just freeze up.

 

Some should pray I'm a dilettante assassin!

 

I'm a character assassin? I have to kill off some of my characters... yeah, yeah, dat's it.

definitely distinguish myself as non-professional in all things, especially smartass, maybe.

just like the sound of dilettante assassin

 

TMW someone sends you a picture of their new cat and you're reminded their old cat died recently. Bittersweet.

 

TMW you really want to post something new, but you don't yet have a finished piece.

 

TMW you think 'I'll just get the hoover out quickly'...then spend an hour and a half hoovering the whole house!

 

TMW you realize you're sharing a tent with The Snorer™.

I'm lying here in my sleeping bag, debating whether I should browse the internet until I get tired enough to sleep or just kick him until he stops breathing so fucking noisily.

 

Shank him.

 

Tomorrow night, place a small rock under where either the small of his back or the area of his upper back just below his neck will land. It will bother him just enough to make him roll over onto his side every time he starts to sleep on his back. Not a sharp rock, of course. Then you'll have another problem entirely.

But seriously, it works.

 

His girlfriend would object to that. And there are entirely to many sharp things around this camp.

Reminds me of a book series. One of the protags spends the entire series complaining how there always seem to be rocks under his sleeping matt, even when he cleared them away. Only at the end of the last book it's revealed that his partner put them there to stop his snoring. maybe I'll try that.

 

Heh, heh, heh...
I got the idea from something I remembered from a vintage "Household Hints" book that suggested the "housewife" sew a marble into the back of the collar (!!) of her husband's pajama top (!!). I tried a river stone as you described from the book series, and it worked.

(Confession: I collect a lot of strange vintage books.)

 

TMW you realise that you have 15 pieces in the workshop, and another 10 pending!

 

TMW you can't decide what film to watch.

 

That moment ...when I'm browsing a closed thread where folks have posted the popcorn-eating emoji ...and I'm actually eating a bowlful of fresh-popped popcorn myself, as I read the thread!

 

Nice!!!

 

I had to laugh. Between bites.

 

TMW... when you go back and add four very important secondary characters into your WIP and hope it's natural.

 

TMW you're doing pull-ups and feel the bar slip out of its mounting. And all the reaction you can manage before hitting the ground is "Ah, damn."

 

That moment when you know recurring nightmares are the best way to drive your plot forward, but if you have to write this scene again, even though the details and some of the events are different each time, you're probably going to scream.

And I'm only on the third one. Of five.

 

TMW you wonder if things are ever going to get any easier.

 

FFS. Travel hassle so totally sucks. Does SOMEbody have x-ferable freakkin air-miles, so we can get Dorothy the hell outta Dodge before I have a nervous breakdown - again. I swear to gohd, if I could row a plane...
I can't get my lil bro from South Carolina to California, either. It's the Twenty-First freakkin Century!