Alive

...but not very well.

'Tis why I've been a quiet contributor. Arthritis took a major slug at me the last day of the anime convention I'm involved with--hands that barely closed around a coffee cup, along with the usual suspects I deal with made the day truly funny in some ways. F'rinstance, the time I was picking up a packet of Japanese candy to give to a volunteer who'd won same, and tried to cuss under my breath as I gave up on that pack (since I'd dropped it half a dozen times already) and used both hands to give the teen another one before her biological clock ran out--yeah, it was actually funny even then.

I'm still dealing with it and several other things negatively impacting my medical care, so once I have things back on an even keel we'll discuss what should happen to asshole construction workers who pull a window out of your bedroom wall (two feet from your bed, and yes, you sleep nude--haha, motherfucker! I bet THAT sight meant you didn't WANT any for a week, let alone try to get any! Have I ever mentioned that I'm not tiny? Well, I'm not. I'm SO not.).

I'm leaning toward Ex-Lax brownies, but I make mine with Ghiradelli ground chocolate and cocoa, highly expensive shit for a shitty practical joke, so maybe I'll have to go with something to do with swapping out his live drill batteries for the dead ones, since the charger's in our apartment.

Oooh, I like that one! Not enough for a Useless Woman lesson, but it should be fun watching him wonder why his batteries don't stay charged...

Hasta laters, chicas y chicos--I'll return when I can quit complaining and start entertaining again.