You Must Be Logged In To Do That!

There’s plenty of good reasons why haven’t been logged in. First of all: another death. This time someone who was only around two years older than me. Fucking cancer again. One of those situations where it’s here, it’s gone, repeat, repeat, and then the effected person just says “You know what? I don’t want to go through this any more. I think I’m done.”
It’s awful, but I can’t say that I wouldn’t make the same choice, even with so much to live for.
And one of those things decided that she wants to crawl, stand, and get into shit. Which essentially means that my eyes have to be on her a lot more instead of behind the laptop. Even when I do get behind the laptop, she thinks the a/c cord going into it is a pretty cool thing to yank on. When I ask her to stop, she heads for the cords behind the dvd player and then cries when she gets stuck trying to unhook the “s” video plugs.
On top of all this, the real job decided that “mandatory overtime” is required to catch up on all the shit that got put behind during the holidays. I know enough to understand that there’s no such thing as “mandatory” overtime. Legally you can’t require anyone to work overtime, but I know that companies sometimes are able to pull sneaky shit (like suggesting on your evaluations that you don’t meet expectations on teamwork because you didn’t buy in on the whole mandatory overtime thing) and I’m too broke to really fight. Besides, in two months when they don’t allow overtime, I’d be bitching about that because I’m a fickle motherfucker.
Through all of this, the music remains, albeit in a very embarrassing form. Yes, I’ve pulled out a few Jethro Tull albums and, curiously, a few bits of juvenile So-Cal punk. Sometimes you need just a few chords and sometimes you need a whole bunch.
With a flute layered on for good measure.
More to come.