Corner of Bourbon & Division

I am having a shitty month. So even though I don't post much as a rule, I will likely be posting even less for a while.

I have the completely unhelpful reaction of "Not dealing, can't make me," when it comes to outside stressors. Yes, the head-in-the-sand method that has worked so well for so many others is now serving as my guideline.

Yeah.

Anyway.

If anyone can figure out how to make money spontaneously drop from the sky into my lap, please drop me a line. Otherwise, I implore you to be patient until I have my head surgically removed from my posterior, where it appears to be lodged these days. *headdesk*

I have the dumb.

The following conversation took place Friday evening, with a coworker.

Coworker: "I tried to call you this morning, but you must have been sleeping pretty soundly, 'cause you never answered your phone."

Me: "I might have been gone already. What time did you phone?"

Coworker: "Around 8:00. The phone rang off the hook, and you don't have an answering machine. I thought you were asleep so I hung up."

Me: "That's odd. I was definitely home at 8:00, and I have an answering machine. Besides, the phone is right next to my bed, so I would have heard it rin— Oh, God."



Guess who accidentally unplugged her phone for three days last week? You get three tries, and the first two don't count.

Anyway, I plugged my phone back in when I got home, and thank God that I'd had the presence of mind to email the RCMP on Friday (before I found out my phone was unplugged) to do a follow-up, because of course they tried to contact me during that time.

So I received a message yesterday (while I was gone, naturally), asking to call them back on Wednesday. YEE!

All in all, while I am an idiot of the worst kind, things have turned out for the better thus far.

We were rocking out at rehearsal tonight (last rehearsal before tomorrow's gig!), and were in the middle of kicking the ass of "Enter Sandman," when I miscalculated slightly on a cymbal crash and sliced open my finger on the top cymbal of my high hat.

Yes, it's official: Lars has drawn blood.

I suffer for my art!

Finger wounds bleed a lot. This was a cut from yesterday that got re-opened, before any of my flist start getting ideas about just how hard I hit my drums. ;) Still, it hurt on impact and soon I couldn't drum anymore (despite being only about 1/3 into the song) because my drumstick got all slippery with blood, which also spattered all over my sheet music and the drum kit.

I managed to clean the drum kit, but the sheet music has been thoroughly baptized in blood.

I am hardcore, it would seem.

Now I have to go collapse. My bed calls to me with siren song.

So a closer look at the website reveals that they don't actually take faxed registration forms. It has to be done by mail.

So, I've filled out a clean form, and I'm going to write a nice cover letter begging them to let me join up. ("Jine up! Jine up! Line up and jine the cavalry!" Ahem.) Then I'm going to swing by the parental units' place this evening before going to my dance class, grab a copy of my degree (yes, we have spare photocopies of everything), shove that and a check in the envelope which I've just prepared, dump the whole thing in a mailbox and not think about it anymore.

:::ETA:::

Holy shit, but my flakedom knows no bounds! Either they've changed the dates on me (entirely possible), or else I massively misread the website (also entirely possible). There are two classes being given for emergency dispatch, but they're both in February.

I really, really hope there's still room...

*runs off to send in application form*

The Rawdon Witch Project is still a go.

fearsclave, would you be so kind as to email directions to El Shack? I haven't been there in over a year, so my memory's a bit fuzzy. I still have your multitool, which I shall bring with me. :)

Do you know if anyone is still in need of a lift?

ai731, I would be most appreciative if I could borrow one of the groundsheets you mentioned.

Must look for bathing suit this weekend.

So, somehow I thought the RWP was the week following skydiving. Turns out I was wrong. So now I have the wrong Friday off, and I don't think I can get them to switch it around.

I'll try, but I'm not going to hold my breath.

:::sigh:::