So yeah, Camp NaNoWriMo is now officially over. Jury duty is now officially over. A one cat household is now officially over. It's a day of endings.
I finished Camp with 61,853 words, which isn't so bad, I guess. It's not fantastic or anything, but it's a good word count. daimeryan_rei
said she would get me back for beating her word count back in April, and I'll be damned if she didn't. She didn't just get me back: no, she pretty thoroughly stomped me.
I went in for my jury duty. I feel like I spent most of my day sitting in a chair watching reality TV, mainly Hotel Impossible
. The first group (of 70 people) was called back around 9:00 or 9:30 in the morning. The second group (of 40) was called back at around 10:30 in the morning. A break was called that was supposed to be for 20 minutes, but most people came straggling back around 11:00. Finally they came up and said that the third trial of the day had been settled without the need for a jury and the potential jurors for that one could go home. Turned out that that was the trial I was supposed to be on, so I got to bail around 11:45. Since the only thing I'd eaten all day had been some PopTarts out of a vending machine, I went to Peachtree Center for some lunch (Thai noodles, with tofu, steamed veggies, and lots of duck sauce). By then it was nearly 1:30, so I decided to call it a day and go to IKEA to pick katsuko
up from work and take her to Mirko.
...which is where point number three comes in. Boo has been acting a bit miserable being an only cat, so we had been talking about looking for her a companion. We were denied at FurKids, and we didn't see anyone that really appealed to us at the Mansell Road Humane Society. But for shits and giggles, we decided to swing through the Howell Mill Road Humane Society on the way to Mirko. katsuko
fell in love hard and fast with Lucille -- now Luci -- and we ended up bringing her home today as well. She's currently living it up in the bathroom, while she and Boo have slap fights through the door. And me? I'm trying not to have a hundred panic attacks, because right around the time we got to the adoption process and signing the paperwork, my brain started having the mother of all freakouts. I'm not certain at all that I was ready for a new kitty, but we've got one now, so I'm going to have to do some adapting myself.
One last ending: me being awake is officially over. I've been drifting in and out most of the day, and I think I'm going to sign off on trying to stay awake any longer. It's really early, especially for the last night of a Writing Month, but I'm knackered. I'm too emotional to try to stay awake and deal with anything, so maybe some sleep with put me of a better mood and mental capacity to deal with anything.
So that's what today has been. And that's what I'm going to go do: sleep like a motherfucker.
Good night, all.