Today, as the British would say, was utter pants.
No, that’s not it.
You know what ol’ Jack Burton always says about days like this.
No, that’s not it either.
Today stunk.
There! That’s what I was going for!
Yeah, so today really bit fuzzy puppies. I had a total crap day at work, to go along with a depressing string of crap days that really can’t be avoided and are, in fact, slated to come to an end very soon. But for the time being, utter crap. Then I came home to rejoin my regularly scheduled battle to their death with my seasonal foe, the house centipede. The little fuckers are already sprouting up in baby form. I greatly prefer the baby to the fully grown centipede, but they still freak the bejesus out of me. (Warning, if you are easily creeped out by bugs, you might not want to look at this picture; hell, even if you aren’t easily creeped out, you still might not want to look…I sure as hell wish I didn’t have to ever see another of these things again). I also discovered a few minutes ago that I bungled a file that I really didn’t need to bungle.
Crap.
But you know what made me feel better? Turning myself into a superhero. Yes, that’s right, thanks to the utter Canadian genius of my good friend, weathereye, I discovered the unmatchable joy of HeroMachine.com. Using Version 2.5, I made the following two images: One of me as my alter ego, LobaBlanca, with white wolf sidekick; and one of me in a DS9-era medical duty uniform, with white wolf sidekick (what? I’d totally have a wolf with me if I was a Starfleet officer).
Before you ask, I don’t know why I added a gun to my superhero version since I apparently can throw white-hot fireballs. i just thought it looked cool. And I wish I could have been holding a tricorder or a hypospray in the second picture, but I made do with what they had available. Anyway, these have sufficed to make my day a shred better than it’s been since I woke up. Hopefully, tomorrow will be even slightly better. And hopefully, by next week, everything will be right as rain.
