I did the thing

I went ahead and posted an addme thingy, so hello everyone new!

If you want to see fic before I post it to AO3, there's a post in my stickies to request access to the filter. I probably need to post some things actually. I've kind of got all turned around and confused about what's been posted and what hasn't.

Seriously, DW. Give me rich text input on the beta entry post page thing. That would be cool.

I feel like ass

We have company over for the first time in a fucking year, because it's relatively safe to do so. The problem is we are on vampire hours, waking as the sun sets and going to bed again as it rises. Company is not.

So I tried to go to bed around noon, but as soon as the lights were out, my husband's alarm went off, so he could wake up and spend time with our guest. Which wigged me right out, so I don't think I fell asleep until closer to about 1:30.

Then, he comes back shortly after 4:30 to wake me up, and ask when I wanted to go out for dinner. Which is actually breakfast if you're a vampire. With much grumbling and consternation, I hauled my greasy carcass out of bed and got dressed, so we could get there with plenty of time to spare before the place closed. We wanted shabu, which is just a whole event, but apparently they are not doing shabu right now, which makes sense, but also augh. So we got dolsot bibimbap instead, which was good, but didn't really hit the spot.

For some stupid goatfuck reason, we also ordered some soju. Mind, at this point, I've been awake for about an hour. And I'm slamming back soju because that shit is delicious. And then I decided to actually look at the label, and by myself, I've drank about 2/3 of this thing which is 13%abv. Yeah that was smart.

By the time we left, I was so damn ill from not sleeping right, and from making poor choices. The other two were going to the store to pick up wine and some noodles and things, but I just went home. Said fuck y'all have fun, goodbye basically. I got home and immediately crashed. Slept for another four and a half hours, and still don't feel right, but my eyes are open.

Then my husband comes back, and says I have to try some snacks our guest brought. Fine. I'm up. I get out to the front room, and am fed some cuttelfish snacks, which taste like I'm at a sushi bar. I want more of those. Those were great.

And then it happens. My husband goes into the kitchen and gets this pack of wafers, which he has put into a ziploc bag. And that's when I remember that our guest said she had brought some durian wafers with her. I'm side-eyeing both of them hard, because if they put this shit into a bag, then I'm already pissed off at everyone for bringing this into my house and opening it. Then he opens it and hands me one, and tells me to smell it. Bitch, I can smell it from here, and I am going to die.

I hate everyone.

So I stole a bag of shrimp snacks and am hiding in my room away from those shenanigans out there. bleh.