I bitch, therefor it's a day that ends in Y

I've been trying to read Queen of the Slayers for the last two weeks. Technically, I started reading it right before my vacation started, and the moment my vacation started, I dropped it and didn't give it a second thought until Tuesday afternoon. Which should tell you something, I guess. I bought it months ago, but it managed to get lost in the vast wasteland of my room. I found it when I was looking for something else, and decided I needed something to read and it was as good as anything else I had around the house. The premise is this side of awesome, but the execution is making me want to kill someone very, very dead. Maybe it's the obvious fact that the Buffy-verse has it's own way of butchering the language, but either you nail it [or come so close that you earn pity points and it counts], or you don't even friggin' try. Alternating between trying really, really hard and still falling flat and not trying at all in the same book makes my head hurt. There's something wrong about any of Buffy's internal thoughts and Faith is hit or miss as well. I don't really mind the Kennedy treatment, but I'm not thrilled the way she's being written, but that's because I loathe Kennedy and wish she'd die, and this is making her masochistically heroic. Everyone else waffles between right and wrong, character voice-wise, but Buffy suffers the most. Also, when you can take mythology and make it painfully, dreadfully dull, there is a problem.

So I've switched to the new Dresden novel, as the library finally caved and moved me to the head of the waiting list. Granted, the newest LKH 'book' also appeared on the library bookcase at our house, but I had nothing to do with that. I'll read it, seeing as it's here and all, but I didn't request it! So there.

It's funny how my day is so easily sent straight to twitchy, crawl out of my skin hell. I'm told to clean up the office, which is this mix of annoying [the dog comes up here and chews things to hell] and understandable [I am the one who has left most of the dishes up here], because Dad's having someone come to appraise the house. Again. Christ on a stick, people. I'm tired of this. So. Fucking. Tired.

I'm also tired of trying to go back to bed after dinner and being unable to do so. I thought maybe it was because I'd fucked up my sleep schedule over the last week, but it's not so much that. It's that I can't turn my brain off quickly enough, and once I do, my brother comes home and cranks the music up to room thumping levels and no one tells him to shut the fuck up because they can't hear it... as they're either deaf, dumb, or in the office where you can't hear it.

Now I'm off to clean and attempt to shake my pissy mood. Also, to pray that in honor of a certain someone's birthday, the truck of DOOM won't show up until I'm either about to leave or have already left for the day. Y'know, cuz I don't want to spend the first few hours of his birthday trying not to kill someone who might very well deserve it. Or sweating like crazy. Because that's rarely fun.