-I have ADD Fog for a Brain
May. 4th, 2013 05:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
breezeshadowSeriously, my ability to concentrate has been kind of shit, as has been my ability to keep myself entertained as a result. Regardless, today:
a) I bought eggs from some random guy in the next city over for $4, which is cheaper than Target's organic cagefree eggs. Somehow.
b) I got some writing done:
“Well.” The man looked at anything but her, which only made her stare even longer. “What did you speak of, then?”
“The riot.” She smiled at Lyall as he dropped by with their drinks. THe official did not seem to notice, his brow furrowing as he narrowed his eyes at Rose May.
“Only about the riot? Truly?”
“Yes.”
“If you’re lying, I can bring you in and have it confirmed.” Caeden’s voice had become tight, and Rose May gave him a pointed look.
“Why would I possibly be lying about this? He came into the asylum due to the riot. He doesn’t speak the language and we needed a translator. The first session only had time for the riot.”
“Truth.” The strange voice made them both jump, and it took Rose May a moment to realize that the voice was extremely familiar. Caeden sneered at whoever had spoken, and Rose May looked to see who had insulted him so.
The man approaching them leaned heavily on an intricate wooden cane; even sitting down, Rose May was taller than him. He had long black hair tied back in a low ponytail, and his eyes were hauntingly bright, giving them the colour of lavender. His left arm and leg were thick and strong, but his right appendages were mishapen and shorter, giving him a stoop. There was magical power in his presence, though, and it was that that made Rose May realize who he was.
“Mahli.” She said it with polite confusion, noting that the official looked ready to grind his teeth down to stubs.
“Rose May. A pleasure to meet you in person.” Mahli bowed, and she could feel the magic he used to make the gesture look graceful. “As I said, sir — truth.”
“I do not recall asking you to provide witness,” Caeden growled, before taking a sip of his coffee. “Nor are you an official.”
The telepath smiled coolly as he squeezed in between the table and the wall, sitting awkwardly against the window. “Truth again. But I thought I may save you both some time and aggravation.”
They both stared at him then, Rose May more confused than annoyed. Caeden then sighed heavily, looking over at Rose May. “If he says anything about this immigration, I request that you contact me immediately.”
“Your permit says nothing about me having to do so,” Rose May retorted calmly, sipping at her tea.
“Then I suppose I shall have to get one, yes?” Rose May swore she could see a smugness in Caeden’s eyes that he did not permit to extend to the rest of his face. Most officials she knew of did not have such impressive self-control. He looked over Rose May’s shoulder, smiling politely, and she turned to see Lyall drop off their food and give Mahli a confused look.
“Do you have any Eroqian coffee?” The softest sneer coloured Mahli’s tone, though it was erased with honest surprise at Lyall’s affirmative answer. “Ah, then, black Bergen — if you have it.” He added the last part hastily, with less doubt that Rose May thought such a statement would warrant. Lyall, she noticed, just smiled and moved to other customers.
“Are we done here?” Rose May turned her focus to Caeden, though the smell of roasted meat from her sandwich made her mouth water and stomach growl pointedly, as if to remind her of what she was to do with food.
The official was having similar problems; he had been looking with such awe at the bowl placed before him that her words seemed to snap him out of a dream. She could not entirely blame him; Rose May ate the rice ball soup often growing up in Rezten, and knew how impressively Lyall mimicked the original recipe and presentation.
Caeden sighed. “I apologize for wasting both of our time. I was not given sufficient information before contacting you.” Something about the statement seemed pulled out of the official’s coffee, but Rose May chose that one time to keep her thoughts unspoken. “So unfortunately, I will need to speak with you again.”
Rose May sipped at her tea, all the better to not grimace at the man.
So yeah. Thursday night work had a social event at the Exploratorium in SF. I spent most of it traveling alone, which was honestly a way better way for me to enjoy that type of thing. The only issue is that I was having difficulties handling crowds, so I would avoid tons of exhibits due to too many people being around it. I think I missed a tragic amount of interesting things as a result.
Then coworkers caught up with me after I left a talk about the universe early (reluctantly, I wanted to get to my car), and I got strung along into following them up to the roof, where everyone was... Drunk. Well not everyone, but most of them were at least tipsy, and some people were really, truly smashed.
I don't get alcohol. I don't get why people drink it to the point of hangovers, especially when they know they have work the next morning. And people with hangovers honestly really bother me, because they act so precious, and I don't like having to baby them due to their own stupidity. Stop drinking like a fool and maybe you won't feel like death the next morning.
Seriously. I've had to be gentle to too many hungover people, and combining that with my overall family's alcoholism, my tolerance for drunken shenanigans is extremely low. They are funny to watch, for me, only to a point, and then I just want to leave.
But yeah. Definitely a place I'll have to visit again.
I'm not really sure what else to talk about; my mother could only wrangle 30min out of me on the phone today, maybe because phones have been on the anxiety list lately as well. Or because she called me and not the other way around. Who knows.
Either way, I feel exhausted despite having no real reason to, so I'm going to try and relax a bit and not guilt myself over not writing enough.
Tschuess.
a) I bought eggs from some random guy in the next city over for $4, which is cheaper than Target's organic cagefree eggs. Somehow.
b) I got some writing done:
“Well.” The man looked at anything but her, which only made her stare even longer. “What did you speak of, then?”
“The riot.” She smiled at Lyall as he dropped by with their drinks. THe official did not seem to notice, his brow furrowing as he narrowed his eyes at Rose May.
“Only about the riot? Truly?”
“Yes.”
“If you’re lying, I can bring you in and have it confirmed.” Caeden’s voice had become tight, and Rose May gave him a pointed look.
“Why would I possibly be lying about this? He came into the asylum due to the riot. He doesn’t speak the language and we needed a translator. The first session only had time for the riot.”
“Truth.” The strange voice made them both jump, and it took Rose May a moment to realize that the voice was extremely familiar. Caeden sneered at whoever had spoken, and Rose May looked to see who had insulted him so.
The man approaching them leaned heavily on an intricate wooden cane; even sitting down, Rose May was taller than him. He had long black hair tied back in a low ponytail, and his eyes were hauntingly bright, giving them the colour of lavender. His left arm and leg were thick and strong, but his right appendages were mishapen and shorter, giving him a stoop. There was magical power in his presence, though, and it was that that made Rose May realize who he was.
“Mahli.” She said it with polite confusion, noting that the official looked ready to grind his teeth down to stubs.
“Rose May. A pleasure to meet you in person.” Mahli bowed, and she could feel the magic he used to make the gesture look graceful. “As I said, sir — truth.”
“I do not recall asking you to provide witness,” Caeden growled, before taking a sip of his coffee. “Nor are you an official.”
The telepath smiled coolly as he squeezed in between the table and the wall, sitting awkwardly against the window. “Truth again. But I thought I may save you both some time and aggravation.”
They both stared at him then, Rose May more confused than annoyed. Caeden then sighed heavily, looking over at Rose May. “If he says anything about this immigration, I request that you contact me immediately.”
“Your permit says nothing about me having to do so,” Rose May retorted calmly, sipping at her tea.
“Then I suppose I shall have to get one, yes?” Rose May swore she could see a smugness in Caeden’s eyes that he did not permit to extend to the rest of his face. Most officials she knew of did not have such impressive self-control. He looked over Rose May’s shoulder, smiling politely, and she turned to see Lyall drop off their food and give Mahli a confused look.
“Do you have any Eroqian coffee?” The softest sneer coloured Mahli’s tone, though it was erased with honest surprise at Lyall’s affirmative answer. “Ah, then, black Bergen — if you have it.” He added the last part hastily, with less doubt that Rose May thought such a statement would warrant. Lyall, she noticed, just smiled and moved to other customers.
“Are we done here?” Rose May turned her focus to Caeden, though the smell of roasted meat from her sandwich made her mouth water and stomach growl pointedly, as if to remind her of what she was to do with food.
The official was having similar problems; he had been looking with such awe at the bowl placed before him that her words seemed to snap him out of a dream. She could not entirely blame him; Rose May ate the rice ball soup often growing up in Rezten, and knew how impressively Lyall mimicked the original recipe and presentation.
Caeden sighed. “I apologize for wasting both of our time. I was not given sufficient information before contacting you.” Something about the statement seemed pulled out of the official’s coffee, but Rose May chose that one time to keep her thoughts unspoken. “So unfortunately, I will need to speak with you again.”
Rose May sipped at her tea, all the better to not grimace at the man.
So yeah. Thursday night work had a social event at the Exploratorium in SF. I spent most of it traveling alone, which was honestly a way better way for me to enjoy that type of thing. The only issue is that I was having difficulties handling crowds, so I would avoid tons of exhibits due to too many people being around it. I think I missed a tragic amount of interesting things as a result.
Then coworkers caught up with me after I left a talk about the universe early (reluctantly, I wanted to get to my car), and I got strung along into following them up to the roof, where everyone was... Drunk. Well not everyone, but most of them were at least tipsy, and some people were really, truly smashed.
I don't get alcohol. I don't get why people drink it to the point of hangovers, especially when they know they have work the next morning. And people with hangovers honestly really bother me, because they act so precious, and I don't like having to baby them due to their own stupidity. Stop drinking like a fool and maybe you won't feel like death the next morning.
Seriously. I've had to be gentle to too many hungover people, and combining that with my overall family's alcoholism, my tolerance for drunken shenanigans is extremely low. They are funny to watch, for me, only to a point, and then I just want to leave.
But yeah. Definitely a place I'll have to visit again.
I'm not really sure what else to talk about; my mother could only wrangle 30min out of me on the phone today, maybe because phones have been on the anxiety list lately as well. Or because she called me and not the other way around. Who knows.
Either way, I feel exhausted despite having no real reason to, so I'm going to try and relax a bit and not guilt myself over not writing enough.
Tschuess.
