Because I like lists so very, very much, here follows a list of things I am bitchy about lately:
1. Why are there able-bodied actors playing disabled characters? There ARE disabled actors out there, people; try thinking outside the ableist box, okay?
2. Seriously, enough with the fucking rain. (I am aware that I am bitching to the skies here, folks. But you're reading it, so...)
3. Body, we are at a point where I'm getting closer and closer to having you replaced with a jar and a label reading "Abby Normal". I've been sick with a cold, sick with an infection, sick with pain and nausea, and I'm goddamned sick of being sick! It's been months since I felt close to my norm - which, for the record, ain't that "norm" after all - and because of you, my old Body, I missed the deadline for NaNoWriMo, among other things. So shape the fuck up or I'm shipping you out!
4. You know, I don't have a number four. That's kind of nice.
I'm going to veer off into namby-pamby-land here for a second and tell you what I am not bitchy about: my husband and his amazing work ethic, wonderful laugh and ability to make my life shine; our cat, who is adorable even when dive-bombing us from high shelves in the middle of the night; my family, who put up with me and still love me; my friends, few they may be, but solid; and finally, the myriad other assholes out there with sensitive stomachs who paved the way for my gimp ass to be able to eat bread made without wheat and beer made without gluten.
Salute.
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