Please let this be a joke   
11:14am 05/08/2008
 
mood: amused
So I recently read Goth Craft by Raven Digitalis. In my defense, I got it off BookMooch thinking it would be lulzy.

Oh, was it ever. Elemental associations of various goth/industrial bands, occult meanings of various styles of overdramatic makeup, rituals for making spiky bracelets into protective tribes. Rampant fluffy-bunny (fluffy-bat?) language, lots of "Real Witches don't..." "True Pagans never..." "Goths don't really..."-speak.

Oh please, oh I hope it's an elaborate prank on Llewellyn, to prove they will publish anything.

In less funny news, I'm off to MHMR this afternoon. Boo. On the plus side, it's a lot cooler than it was yesterday. On the minus, it's because rain is likely. Y HALO THAR EDOUARD. I also have a mooch to mail out, and possibly a meal to treat myself to. I'm thinkin' IHOP.		  
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Ah, Molly.   
12:01pm 05/08/2008
 
mood: still amused
music: Dan Savage - Savage Love Episode 94
Apparently my bathtub is now a cat bed. This would make more sense if it was porcelain or metal or something that actually stayed cool instead of fiberglass.		  
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FUCK STS   
02:50pm 05/08/2008
 
mood: angry
music: BBC Radio 2 - Brand: 04 August 08
The good news: I don't have to go to MHMR (county mental health agency) today.

The bad news: I have to go on Thursday and next Thursday.

Because STS (my ride) didn't show up.

When the ride was about 20 minutes late, I went to call STS. I was on hold for over 10 minutes before I gave up and called their other number. The woman I finally talked to said "Oh, you have a taxi voucher!"

What? No one told me.

So she said she'd call me a cab with a voucher, and I waited... for over half an hour, before giving up and calling MHMR. Because skipping appointments with them gets your case closed, which would mean no more meds for me. I have to come in Thursday for my every-3-months paperwork bullshit, and next Thursday so a nurse practitioner can write refills for my meds, and then I get to make an appointment for my next doctor visit.

Fucking joy.

And then? The cab came. And I had to explain to an annoyed cabbie who didn't speak very good English that he had arrived too late, I had to cancel my appointment, and I wasn't going anywhere.

Now is Valium time.		  
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