Sucks

Saturday, 25 March 2017 11:11 pm
apollymi: Hatter talking, text reads "Hell no!", animated (Alice**Hatter: Hell no!)
Today sucked.

I did the catering that Carlos volunteered me for today. So rather than have my day off, I had to go with [personal profile] katsuko to IKEA, so that we could both go get this delivered. Only, once we got there, someone had told the coordinator that we were supposed to do all the setup and so forth. Since we had to wait for the guy to come sign the slip and leave a tip, we did that.

Finally, the dude got there, and when presented with the check, he hands it over to his 16 year old to fill in the tip and sign. She leaves us $80 on nearly $2800 worth of food, with doing twice the world we were told to do. It comes to a 3% tip.

Carlos waived the delivery fee because the guy promised to "take good care of us". $80 is not "taking good care" of us. A 15% or 20% would have been "taking good care" of us. Yes, I will get a commission from this job that will be good, but it won't be until two or three weeks from now. It'll pay next month's rent, not this month's, which was what that tip was supposed to do.

So now I'm pissed. I've already told Carlos I will not be doing any of these for him ever again. My head is throbbing, and I'm pissed. Writing is not going to be occurring tonight, I don't think. I think I'm just going to take the cat off the keyboard, and try to nap away this headache. With a lot of Roo assistance.

Later, all.

Long day

Friday, 24 March 2017 11:30 pm
apollymi: Sherlock looking excited, text reads "This is so going on my blog" (BBCSher**Sherlock: Going on my blog)
[personal profile] katsuko and I pretty much walked in the house ten minutes ago. She took fourth cut at work, hoping to make a little bit more money, but not so much. I mean, I think she made a bit after 8:30, but not as much as she had been hoping for. If that makes sense. I don't know if it does or doesn't, because I'm very freaking tired. I've slept about two hours over the past two days, thanks to a throbbing tooth keeping me awake.

I keep posting stories to AO3, even though I'm feeling more and more unloved by the day. The ones that are getting comments are not the ones I'm working... or if I've worked on bits of them, it's everything else getting the love. It's very discouraging.

But maybe with some sleep I'll be feeling more pleased with it. I don't know.

I heard back from GSU regarding the Testing Center Admin Coordinator. I'm currently a finalist for it, pending HR, credit checks, and background checks. So... maybe?

Tomorrow is the big catering order: nearly $3000 worth of food to be delivered. I'll get a 20% commission off of it in a few weeks, but supposedly, I should also be getting tipped off of it. I should additionally be getting tipped for the delivery I have to make on Sunday too, in addition to the commission. We'll see. If I do get tipped, it would be a huge step towards getting our rent paid on time with a minimum of overdrafting [personal profile] katsuko's account.

And that's all I've got for today. Later.

Updating on stuff

Monday, 20 March 2017 11:08 pm
apollymi: Close up of Hicks' face, text reads "Save your life" (Aliens**Hicks: Save your life)
All I've written on in the last couple of days has been the zombie fic. Tentatively, [personal profile] katsuko and I are calling it Resurrectionist. I'm not sure if that will just be a working title or an ongoing title. Only time will tell. I even have a writing playlist for it. That's usually a sign that I intend to stick with a story. For whatever that's worth.

I emailed GSU yesterday and heard back today. They're verifying references at the moment. I'm not sure how that affects me, if it does at all. I'm applying to other positions as well while I'm waiting, because I refuse to hedge my bets on one position alone. I need out of Mirko Pasta, and apparently that's only going to happen if I throw as many hooks out there as I possibly can.

That's about all I've got to say for myself for today, though. I've got catering in the morning, which is fine, I guess. I tore my finger open a bit last Tuesday doing all of this, but there's no one available to help me unload it from the van at the school, so I've got no choice but to do it myself, really.

And even though I rested a bit, I'm about to fall asleep here, so I'm going to type up the bits I have handwritten, and then I'm going to go the fuck to bed.

Later, all.

Fuck everything

Sunday, 19 March 2017 11:31 pm
apollymi: Doujinshi art of Sirius Black, no text (HP**Sirius: Do not approve)
I'm pretty sure that's all I've got to say for myself for today: fuck everything.

And let's start with fuck everything about Mirko Pasta. I'm so damn sick of this place. I'm not even sure I could stand to go back for food if I ever manage to quit for good.

The one upside is that I think I've finished making a playlist for zombie!fic.

Too much help

Monday, 13 March 2017 11:05 pm
apollymi: Drawing of cross-looking chick, holding a teabag. Text reads "No tea No work" (Stock: No tea = no work)
Okay, I'm having way too much help in the field of doing... well, anything today. The new Skype group I'm in is entertaining as hell, too entertaining to get anything done around them. Coworkers were too loud at Mirko to get too much writing done, even after I was off the clock. And Roo is being too much of a help for me to accomplish much of anything now that I'm at home.

I did manage to get all the newest chapters of stories up on DarkMagick.net, Monstrous (as appropriate), and [community profile] eternal_sailorm. So I guess I should feel accomplished about this.

I also managed to drink something like 8 cups of tea between Starbucks and IKEA, so it's a wonder I didn't float off into space today. Or maybe the cider helped with that. Because I like my alcohol sweet, damn it. (Which might explain my enjoyment of mead, as well.)

I did get a little bit of handwriting stuff done while I was at the restaurant, so I'm going to work on getting it all typed up now, so I'll be cutting this off here.

Later, all.

So, yeah

Sunday, 12 March 2017 10:51 pm
apollymi: Pissed off Vasquez, no text (Mag7**Vasquez: Angry)
I got not a lot to say for myself today. I'm cramping like a motherfucker, but that only started this evening.

We got up this morning with the fullest of intentions of going to Urgent Care and getting my stitches taken out. When we got there, though, it was all "everyone should have been telling you that you can't have them removed here without having to pay extra, because your insurance doesn't cover doing that here". If I did it like the previous two doctors had told me to do, it would have been at least another $65 to $80, on top of the copay for the visit itself. We had to put change into dollars to put in the bank to get up the $20 copay, so there was no way we could do $100.

Got home and I text Mum to let her know what was going on. To say she was pissed would be an understatement. She immediately started texting Jesse and coordinating and shit. And then she started texting us everything we would need to take out my stitches ourselves. And we did. I cut, and [personal profile] katsuko removed. It took us all of 10 minutes, and most of that was because I couldn't get the scissors under the last stitch.

I still feel like I'm being held together with spit and a prayer, but that's more on an emotion level. The hand might be painful and less than perfect, but it's in decent enough shape. So long as I don't overdo anything, I should actually even be okay.

A lot of that "spit and a prayer" feeling comes from work. I'm just so... about it all. If I had another job lined up, I would quit in a heartbeat. Half a heartbeat. But I don't. And I can't seem to snag one. And it's making me crazy. Crazier. Something.

And yeah, that's about it. I did my own damn surgery today, even if it was fairly minor. I damn near lost my mind at work. I'm taking Thursday off so that I don't have to work with Josh's bitch ass two days in a row. So I will be away from the job from Tuesday afternoon through until Friday morning's catering. So maybe I'll be in a mental place where I can handle work again soon. Hopefully. Maybe.

And that is definitely it. Later, all.

Something

Friday, 10 March 2017 11:07 pm
apollymi: Kyo and Yuya with Kyo's sword, black background, no text (SDK**Kyo/Yuya: Still of the night)
It's been a long, long shitty day. I have a whole lot of not wanting to go back to Mirko Pasta ever again. I know I'll have to, of course, because I need the fucking money, but I seriously don't want to. I want to just... sleep. That's it.

I just want to sleep.

I'm just so damn tired of... everything. What's getting me through: reviews, friendly folks on the various websites, and [personal profile] katsuko and the kitties.

I'm just so damn tired.

Grumpy

Thursday, 9 March 2017 10:56 pm
apollymi: Usagi with devil horns and tail, musical note next to her, no text (BSSM**Usagi: ♫ (Devilish))
Okay, I will warn the world that today was a grumpy ass day, and I'm glad it's almost over.

Everything has been plucking at my nerves, and I really, really don't like it. Newest server has marinated in his cologne? Teeth-grittingly annoying. Claudio keeps hovering at host stand? Annoying. Claudio shows me the ongoing security camera footage of his dog sitting in the doorway... every thirty or so minutes? Annoying. Servers hanging out at host stand to check their phones? Annoying. Newest server is arrogant and thinks he knows everything, but still has to ask for help with so much stuff and still doesn't understand sections? Annoying. Sitting down at the bar and positioning myself so that no one will be near me... and then Claudio pulls a barstool over to me? Let me pull my hair out annoying.

I have only managed a little bit of writing today, and that's annoying as piss too. I've stayed over 1,000 words every day this month so far, and I don't want to break that streak.

I did manage to get regular verse Wicked Ones Joshua to talk to me a bit again. He's... mostly moving towards a better mental place, but he's not quite there yet. He's got quite a ways to go. But he's trying, poor boy. Poor, grumpy boy. I'm going to need to slip him back into the beginnings of the dark place he used to be, though, because I kind of want to write the fight that drove the brothers apart for the last section of Wicked Ones: The Early Years. Because I want to twist the knife on them one last time before I let them be happy again.

Nothing else is really happening with these boys. Monstrous: After Midnight talked a little bit to [personal profile] katsuko the other day. Lev7 is being quiet, mostly because Goody is annoyed at Chisolm and Faraday is a bit shocked at being defended. Trinity is close enough to done that nothing more is really needed from me, aside from some editing. Mostly I've been working on the AUs, because they're eating at my soul. I did manage some, again, on the regular verse of Wicked Ones, but I'm not sure what the point of this particular scene is, other than to have something on Day 4 in Rose Creek. Finally, Memento Mori... I haven't even opened the document all week. I'm a little embarrassed about this. This is why I'm still on the third part of Chapter One, even though I've been working on it since November.

And yeah, that's about all I've got to say for myself for today. Still grumpy, still tired, still ingesting way too tea. All that in mind, I'm going to try to make words happen. Later, all.

Well...

Tuesday, 7 March 2017 11:19 pm
apollymi: Trunks just after landing a punch, no text (DBZ**Trunks: Won't back down)
This is an update on yesterday, mostly.

[personal profile] katsuko managed to get in contact with the office while I was in my interview. And seriously, bless Alton. Bless the man. He said something along the lines of "I have no doubt that you reported at the beginning. We'll update your file. If you can find the receipts for doing the two payments, we're all good. If not, you can do two $300 payments. We'd prefer them with this month's and next month's rent, but we would prefer the rent honestly, so if you can't do it on those months, just let us know."

Of course, that's a summary based completely on what [personal profile] katsuko relayed to me.

We stopped by the office after I picked her up from IKEA to discuss the whole cleaning thing. It's more like a warning, because the Orkin man complained. (WTF?! The Orkin man? Complained? Dude comes once every few weeks and just stirs the bugs up.) Office folks asked about my hand, and Krystal even scolded me for not getting someone to drive me to the Urgent Care. Wasn't a lot to do for that, though, when we don't know our neighbors all that well and no one was in the office on a Sunday.

On the other side of this, the massive panicked cleaning we did last night did results in a lot more living room space suddenly. I'm not faulting that. More living room space is nice. We do still need to vacuum my room, and I'm not entirely certain our little vacuum cleaner is going to hold up to that. It does well enough on the tile floor, but the bedroom is the only carpeted area in the house. Well, we'll see.

The interview today seemed to go really well. In fact, I described it more as a conversation mixed with the occasional interview-type questions. We even discussed stuff like GSU employee discounts with MARTA, books books and more books, the importance of not leading folks on, and the magic word "no", which would be an important part of this job. I'm hopeful, but I'm not holding my breath.

Carlos did call me to ask if I could do a catering delivery for him on the 25th, because he'll be out of town for his birthday. (Mind you, he just got back in town a few hours ago, from his third or fourth trip home to Miami this year.) It's a day off, but it would be a very sizable commission with a possibility of the company it's being delivered to tipping, so... Maybe?

And yeah, I worked more on the Wicked Ones AU that we are currently calling "the wandering boys". It goes AU after the chapter of Wicked Ones: The Early Years that [personal profile] katsuko is going to be posting Friday. This makes the third AU we've at least started based on various parts of Wicked Ones. And yes, this makes me happy.

And that's about it. Later, all.

Busy ass day

Monday, 6 March 2017 11:58 pm
apollymi: Lina, falm palming, giant sweat drop, no text (Slay**Lina: Fuckwittery (Facepalm))
I'm not even sure what to say for today.

I can safely state that my hand hurts worse today than it did yesterday, so obviously the lidocaine wore off quite thoroughly. We've been doing a bit of an emergency spot clean of the house, so it's definitely throbbing now.

[personal profile] katsuko and I could both swear that, when we moved into these apartments back in January 2016, we paid the $600 pet fee, spread between a few months. We got a notice on the door saying "You have pets and they aren't on your lease - fix this now". As well as one saying to clean the damn house, which we did. Oh god, how we've did. I hurt in all new ways than I was already hurting before. I'm actually waiting on the pain to die down a bit so that I can go to bed.

But I can't find any information with that kind of stuff on it, saying we paid or discussed it with her or writing. Looking back over the lease from last year, they put us down as having no pets, even though we provided information saying we do. So, I guess it'll be our word against theirs, and I imagine ours will lose, since it's apparently our verbal discussion versus their written information.

On a happier note, I did get everything up to date on [community profile] eternal_sailorm and DarkMagick.net, at least as far as The Magnificent Seven stories go. I also updated the Mag7 recommendations page too. So... productive, yes?

And I'm really out of things to talk about already. We need to be going to bed, so that we can get up and get interview/work ready in the morning ahead of [personal profile] katsuko's 7:00 a.m. shift, but all the cleaning we've done today means we're not tired. Sore? Yes. Hurting? Oh definitely. Shaky? Sadly so. But tired? Not even a little.

whinging

Sunday, 5 March 2017 10:34 pm
apollymi: Bakura and Kaiba, close up on eyes, text reads "Your eyes" (YGO**Bakura/Kaiba: Your eyes)
Yesterday's post was almost nothing but whinging. I didn't delete it: I just made it private-locked. It seemed like a better thing to do.

I feel like I should have gone with this morning, after all, though. I ended up slicing my hand badly enough that I needed either five or six stitches. To top it all off, I also had to walk the 35 or so minutes to the Urgent Care to get it fixed up, because [personal profile] katsuko was in the car. She ended up meeting me there, though, so that was nice. But it did take up most of our limited time that we had for food, which was a bummer. And all I managed to prep for the week before I cut myself was the sweet potatoes.

So there is that. Which was a pain. It will likely continue to be a pain for quite a while, seeing as how I have to go back on Wednesday for them to check how it's healing... and then the next Wednesday to get the stitches removed... if it's healing well on Wednesday. The LPN wasn't terribly certain that it was going to reattach, given the depth and severity of the cut. She actually used the word "gnarly"... and not in the 90s slang way either.

So I've got about six sutures in my left thumb, a metric shit ton of bandages on top of that, a splint, and this blue Coban stuff that holds the splint in place. I look like I'm smuggling a blue mummy around.

And I got no damn sympathy from most of my restaurant people. Chloe went with the old "good job" comment. Jesús just laughed and wanted to touch it and poke at it. Claudio did a wince at the number of stitches, but mostly he laughed and poked fun (but not in a mean way). Jennifer suggested I invest in some cutting gloves for the kitchen, which was nice. And Duncan was sweet as can be and helped me grab things where he could to help out. And that was very good.

Right now I'm practicing typing with nine fingers, and that's working a lot better than texting with one hand did. So that's a semi-positive, yeah?

I don't think I'm going to be catching up on my words for the day. I mean, I have a pretty sizable surplus, so I don't have to do a 1,000 words a day. It just makes me happier to have accomplished it.

So yeah, today blew like mad, I only have use of nine fingers right now, and the lidocaine is wearing off.

FML was invented for days like today.

Lady dammit

Friday, 3 March 2017 11:46 pm
apollymi: Richard III on castle wall, next to sign reading "Not Fair" (HH**Richard3: Not fair)
Sorry. The subject line references my cat Boo, who is indeed a lady, dammit. She might be a distinctly solid state (I'm not going to say she's fat, but she's got some heft to her) and she might be opinionated as fuck, but she's sweet as can be... and when she wants to be on a lap (at least when the lap belongs to [personal profile] katsuko), she'll circle back and forth and polite put one foot up on her lap until she gets permission. Because she's a lady, dammit.

Today was a long day, with catering in the morning, a long gap in the afternoon, and then dinner shift, all at Mirko. It would have been a lot longer if [personal profile] katsuko hadn't called out of IKEA for this morning. She was scheduled to be there at 6:00... which would have meant leaving the house no later than 5:15, so getting up by 4:30. I was already at the point of tired where I was setting dark skittering shapes out of the corner of my eye, which is the point of tired I don't enjoy being. Loopy enough for some all over the place writing? Fan-fucking-tastic. Loopy enough to see shit that ain't there? Pass.

So only doing the catering and not IKEA today meant that I got to get caught up a bit on some sleep. No more dark skittering shapes out of the corner of my eye, which was damn good, I think. If I hadn't had massive amounts of soda today, I would probably already be in bed trying to get some more damn sleep. Mmmm, sleep. It sounds lovely, but I'm a little too wired for it right now.

[personal profile] katsuko and I have just about finished with that scene of great heartbreak on Wicked Ones. We had to scrap about 400 words of it, because it was getting way too close to permanently and irreparably breaking the characters beyond what even we could fix. Joshua was at the point of just emotionally shattering, in a very literal sense, and... yeah. While it was very well written and evocative, it just broke the boys too much to leave in. I much prefer the new version we did today.

And yeah, I'm tired and sore and am giving some thought to giving bed a try anyway, soda or no soda.

So... later, all.

A lazy, lazy day

Wednesday, 1 March 2017 10:14 pm
apollymi: Hotaru skipping happily, text reads "The Hotaru-verse is a shiny and fluffy place with skipping" (SDK**Hotaru: It's a skipping happy unive)
We ended up not going to bed until late yesterday, with the thought that we had nowhere to be today, so we might as well do all the writing and stuff we want and to hell with sleep. So yeah, we ended up going to bed around 3:00 in the morning... and then I still woke up before 9:00 in the morning because Roo needed his loving.

I swear, he and Jimi are conspiring against me. Jimi gets himself settled between my knees in such a way that I can't move around in the night... which means I can't move into a position that prevents Roo from settling across my chest. It's like being tag-teamed. They're smart and devious boys, that's for sure.

I have a follow-up interview with GSU set for Tuesday, in response to the telephone interview I had last week. This one will be face to face in the department that I would be working in, with the people I would be working with. So that's a good thing. Also Mum forwarded my resume to a doctor in Kennesaw she's worked with before and who is in need of an Administrative Assistant, so there is that. Maybe. Just maybe. I'm not holding my breath. I'm tired of getting my hopes up and then getting them dashed to the ground again.

Right now, [personal profile] katsuko and I are working on the reconciliation chapter of Wicked Ones... and I want to shake both of these boys. Or smack them both with a rolled up newspaper. They kind of deserve it. They both need to stop and actually listen to each other, and they ain't doing a good job of that, even when finally making their apologies.

So, yeah, we're just going to keep working on that and get it out of the way. That sounds like a good plan. I like this plan. I think we're going to do that.

So, later, all.

Ehhh, something

Tuesday, 28 February 2017 11:01 pm
apollymi: Hicks holding Ripley back, text reads "Together" (Aliens**Hicks/Ripley: Together)
It's been a full day, but overall, it's been pretty all right. I did the catering this morning, and I took a picture of something appeal to my Magnificent Seven Tumblr crew.

Oh yeah, I'm developing a Tumblr crew. (It's Mardi Gras, so I'm having a hard time not calling it a "Tumblr Krewe", because I'm a dork.) There are now about six or seven of us Mag7 types on Tumblr just all in a more or less permanent state of amusement with one another. Seven would be all poetical, but I'm not sure we're there yet.

I'm back working on Memento Mori again, somehow. I've really just been playing with it off and on since November, but somehow the words started coming for it again. So I'm happy about that.

[personal profile] katsuko and I just finished rewatching The Magnificent Seven with the subtitles on. This is no surprise. I'm a little hard of hearing, so we usually watch with the subtitles on. This time was special, though, in that we watched it with the Spanish language subtitles on. It was purely so that we could get all the damn Spanish that Vasquez says when he's shooting McCann... and that bit wasn't even translated. Of fucking course.

Anyway, I think I'm going to work on Memento Mori for a bit while I'm waiting for midnight... so that I can post on After Midnight. Because I'm a damn dork like that.

Later, all.

So early

Monday, 27 February 2017 06:36 am
apollymi: Close ups of Arthur and Eames, no text (Incep**Eames/Arthur: Perchance to dream)
Christ, it's early. I got here just as Panera was opening, and I'm going to be here until it's time for me to head over to IKEA again for the day. [personal profile] katsuko had the 6 a.m. shift today, and there just isn't a good way to get her over here without me coming too. So, unless I drive her up here, drive back home, and then drive back up here to pick her up... in time for us to go to Mirko... Unless all of that happens, I just have to find place to hang out for huge chunks of the day.

And of course, we're still trying to baby the car a bit yet, so I don't want to do all that driving on it. I could let her take the car and come back to pick me up after she gets off... but she would be driving right past Mirko to come back to Roswell and get me, so that's not really feasible.

I sometimes wish we could afford a place in Atlantic Station. It would really save us a lot of time and mileage. She could walk or take the shuttle to IKEA. Right now, I would only have to drive about five miles to Mirko. But it's a little bit in vain. We can't afford Atlantic Station right now. We can't afford the nearby Loring Heights or Ansley Park or even Midtown proper. (Definitely not Ansley Park. Definitely not.)

That's not stopping me from looking at the prices of homes in that area. It's wishful thinking, but still...

I've been putting in applications as much as I can over the last few days. It's been a bit of a headache. I'm ready to be working full-time again and be out of the restaurant, but it doesn't seem to be happening quickly. I've been applying for full-time jobs the entire time I've been at the restaurant... and nothing yet.

Still... what can I do but keep on trying? It's getting harder and harder to keep my chin up, but I'm still trying for now. I still keep on keeping on, for now, no matter how hard it is. For instance, this month, I'm not sure if we're going to be able to pay to keep the storage or pay to keep the lights on. I doubt there's going to be money enough to renew the hosting, which means all the sites and their emails are going to go dark for a while.

And ain't that the story of our life right now.

From Mirko

Sunday, 26 February 2017 08:57 pm
apollymi: Stitch with a cape and a swimsuit top on his head, text reads "I'm the goddamn Batman" (L&S**Stitch: I am the goddamn Batman)
I had intended to make a post before I left IKEA this morning, but you can see how well that worked out. I never managed to stay connected for more than five minutes at a time, and it's been a bit of an issue with trying to get anything done.

Of course, now I'm having the issue of people being noisy -- and nosy -- and that's a issue of a whole different sort. I didn't have to worry to much about people joining me at my sofa, because I sat crossways, which made a difference. No one joined me on the couch, but I did get a lot of dirty looks. I just decided I didn't care.

And now we're watching the Oscars, and I'm smiling over Chris Evans... because Chris Evans.

Anyway, later, all.

Something

Friday, 24 February 2017 11:45 pm
apollymi: Hicks training Ripley w/weapons, Ripley looking over shoulder at him, text reads "You started this. Show me everything" (Aliens**Hicks/Ripley: Show me everything)
I'm not too sure how man words I have in me today. I'm tired... but what else is new? It seems like I'm always tired.

I did a phone interview today with Georgia State University in the Academic Testing department. Were I to get the job, it would mostly be overseeing testing to make certain that no one cheats, or at least that's what it sounds like from the description. I also went ahead and applied for two more jobs at GSU while I was on the site. It seemed like a good idea at the time. We'll see if anything comes of any of it, yeah?

I'm not exactly holding my breath here. After all, I've lost count how many applications and interviews I've done since I moved to Atlanta in 2013. It has to be over 1,100 applications and 25 interviews, though. I'm starting to think I'm going to be stuck at the restaurant until the day I die... because it's going to kill me.

I'm working on getting the next bit of Wicked Ones posted. I'm also trying to persuade that particular Joshua to let me finish the scene we're in, but he's not in the mood to cooperate. Whatever happened to my talkative Mean Joshua who gave me so many words over November, December, and January? Where did he go? Is it because I bragged on my philosophy of "shut up and let the Mean Faraday talk"? Because if so, not cool, man. I need words. I need all the words.

Gods, I could just fall sleep right where I'm sitting: scrunched up in a corner of the couch in [personal profile] katsuko's room, heading lolling to one side, kitty tucked up to my side. Roo has been a wonderful helper today, after all. It's been a very good thing. I wish he could go do the hosting at Mirko for me sometimes, but I'll take the rest of the help I get from him. Right now it's the "holding the couch down so it doesn't float away" kind of help, which is very, very important, you know.

What I need to be doing when the gay cowboys aren't talking to me is working on the rewrite of Color of Life. Instead, I'm just sort of sitting here, staring at my Tumblr like it's going to do a trick. To be fair, it might. You never really know with Tumblr.

Anyway, I should be writing, but since I'm drifting off and having a very hard time typing without typos, I'm thinking I'm going to call it a night.

Later, all.

Updating

Thursday, 23 February 2017 11:35 pm
apollymi: Princess Serenity sitting on a throne, deep in thought, no text (BSSM**Usagi: Contemplation (Serenity))
I've had a full day, but most of it has been babbling. Honestly! I've babbled on Tumblr. I've babbled in review responses. I've babbled at work. I've babbled to the felines. None of it has been on any real substance, but it's made me feel a little better.

I've been in meltdown mode most of the day, to be honest. Mum hasn't been much better. She's been in panic "what do we do now" mode. I don't have the answers to that. Right now, I barely have the answers of what I'm going to eat for my next meal, much less how to recover from not getting a job I both wanted and needed... again.

#365k/365Day is still coming along nicely enough. I'm still sitting a few days ahead, though not as much as I would like to be. I'm going to keep trying to build that lead. I've got a ways yet to go to be where I want to be.

And I started on the second Wicked Ones "What If...?" story. This one is titled "Wild Horses" for now. It builds off a question asked by one of the WO characters about what their lives would have been like if they'd both been too young to fight in the War. So instead of being 11 and 18 in 1861, Goody and Joshua were both roughly 11 at the time. (There is an in story explanation for this. It's still not nice, because they still didn't have a worthwhile father.)

And now, I'm going the fuck to bed. I've got catering in the morning, barely enough time for a quick lunch with [personal profile] katsuko before I drop her off at IKEA, a phone interview with GSU, and then back to Mirko. It's another full day. Fun times.

Later, all.

Stupid early

Tuesday, 21 February 2017 06:50 am
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I said last night that I had to get up stupid early to take [personal profile] katsuko to IKEA. Hello and welcome to stupid early. This post will be a huge ramble, because it's stupid early. Those two words might well be a theme for this post. I'm really tired, so I'm really babbly.

Cut for politics, US healthcare, and rants on Buckhead )

Cut for talking about writing and Mag 7 )

And finally, without a cut... Tomorrow's my birthday. I'm not even sure that I'm going to be able to go visit the family for it. Money's just too tight. [personal profile] katsuko and I celebrated her birthday too hard earlier in the month. I feel like I would be remiss to not include a link to my Amazon wishlists, though. Ummm, I like fanart and fanfic?

And I've killed most of the time I needed to wait, so I'm gonna close this off now. Later, all.

Something fast

Monday, 20 February 2017 11:23 pm
apollymi: The Labyrinth goblins staring out of dark background, text reads "The goblins are out to get you" (Labyrinth**Goblins: Out to get you!)
I'm going to make something really quick here, because I fell asleep in the middle of writing an entry last night. (Whoops.) Not exactly ideal, yeah? Go, team me, with the embarrassing, huh?

Tomorrow's an early morning too, with me having to drop off [personal profile] katsuko at IKEA at 6:00. ~.~ After that, it's over to Panera Bread to kill time until the kitchen guys get there for us to do the catering order. So I have to kill from around 6:15 until around 8:45, roughly speaking, given how long it takes to get from IKEA to Panera and then to get from Panera to Mirko.

I'll do the catering tomorrow and drive it over to its two respective schools, though thankfully not in my own car, and then it's back over to IKEA to pick up [personal profile] katsuko again. We're going to go from there to the tag office to renew Shinigami's plates ahead of my birthday on Wednesday. I think [personal profile] katsuko is planning on moving laundry up to tomorrow instead of Wednesday like normal, and I think that's about it.

Writing. That needs to happen, and a lot of it needs to happen. I'm still running ahead of the year. It's Day 51. I'm sitting at 58,195 words so far for the year. It's respectable. I'm not behind. But I'm losing my surplus. [personal profile] katsuko is running about 2500 words behind right now. I know that, once the April Camp NaNoWriMo rolls around, we'll be able to get caught up and get some more, but we're trying not to fall so far behind that Camp can't catch us up. So far she's had 4 days completely without writing. I've managed to avoid that, but my word day has been 465 words... and I've had a few of those kinds of days during February. Most days are still over 1000 words, but not enough of them to make me happy. I'll get back over there, though. I just need these damn boys to start cooperating.

I might need to include Roo in "these damn boys". He's giving the laptop some major headbutting love, enough to damn near knock it off my lap. That's saying something. He has great happiness, obviously.

Anyway, it's now time for sleeping so that we can get up stupid early in the morning. Later, all.