apollymi: Text only, "Security is going to run you down hard" (Incep**Eames/Arthur: Security)
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. [personal profile] 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 [personal profile] 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. [personal profile] 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.
apollymi: Usagi in a swimsuit, no text (BSSM**Usagi: Summer)
God, I am still so wiped out. I wish I knew why. I got enough sleep over the last few days, more or less. More than I usually get, at least. That's a thing, right? More sleep? Because I've been trying to hit the sack right around the same time as [personal profile] katsuko.

I'm not sure how well it's working, though, when I'm always tired. I woke up a little bit ago, having listed over to the side and slept at a horrible angle. Now I'm completely stiff and sore and achy. And I'm a little discontent as well.

To make matters worse, I can't concentrate. I honestly am wondering a little bit if I'm anemic again, because this is very much like the last time I was anemic. I'm trying to eat better now than I was then, but I have been having a series of terrible periods. The first one started on June 05 and went through July 02. The most recent one started on July 18 and is still ongoing. On Friday, in fact, it went haywire: I bled through three pads in about two hours, all the way through the pad, my underwear, my jeans, and onto the chair.

And somehow I have to have jury duty on Monday with all of this going on. Not looking forward to it. I wasn't looking forward to it to begin with, but now I'm really not looking forward to it.

And yeah, writing is not going well with all of this. I'm over my 50,000 minimum words, but I don't think I'm going to hit my unofficial goal. Not unless tomorrow is a fantastic writing day, and I'm not sure how likely that is actually going to be.

Finally, FurKids denied our application for Wilmington and/or Remstar. We went the Humane Society today, the Alpharetta campus, to see if any of the kitties there spoke to us nearly as much as those two did, but no luck. Fury and Missy were probably the closest, and they were sorta iffy. I think we're going to try going to the Howell Mill campus next week and see if any of the other kitties there speak to us. If they don't, then we'll probably go back for either Fury (who I keep calling Diablo, all white cat or not) or Missy. (I did like Bobby, but he's on special food. Yoda was a serious grump lord, so I'm not keen on bringing him home to Boo. Princess was a diva. Panther was a grump. FiFi wants to be the boss of all things. Seriously, it's either Missy or Fury, if we go from Alpharetta.

But I did adore Wilmington, at least from his picture. It does tally with what I saw on all the online reviews: FurKids is actually hard as hell to adopt a pet from. You would think they would want these animals in homes, but apparently making people jump through a thousand hoops, only to say 'no', is more fun? I don't know.

And that's all I've got. I'm just trying to get my minimum 1,000 words for the day. I'm too tired now to keep trying, though, so I'm gonna go to bed.

Good night, all.
apollymi: Trunks staring off in the middle distance, no text (DBZ**Trunks: Sentinel)
So close to the end. So close to done. I just don't know that I'm going to reach my unofficial 65,000 word goal. I still have another 10,000 words to go, and I don't have that many days left to try to make these words happen. I'm not saying I'm stopping, but I'm not sure I'll reach 65k. That's all I'm saying.

I'm seriously ready for the weekend. I'm ready to see if we can't get some more of the rent (and other) money up. I'm ready to see if we end up going to FurKids or to the Humane Society and bringing home a kitty baby. If it's through FurKids, [personal profile] katsuko is talking about bringing home two: Wilmington and Remstar... or as they will be to us, Buck and Remy. But online reviews suggest that they are very difficult to get animals through. So we're also looking at the Humane Society of Fulton County.

I'm torn on how I feel about this. Yes, the Humane Society is a good option, but we've both kind of fallen in love with Wilmington and Remstar. And I know Wilmington has been at FurKids since at least March or April, when I first started glancing around there. You'd think they'd want to get him into a loving home... but they are apparently somewhat difficult to adopt pets from.

I don't know. We'll see what happens.

And even though I don't have all my words that I want for the day, I'm going on to bed. I'm so damn tired that all I want to do is drop. So I think that I'm going to do just that. Later, all.
apollymi: Giles holding a blue cup of tea, text reads "cuppa tea" (BtVS**Giles: Cuppa tea)
Well, I've officially broken my 50,000 word goal. That's a good thing at least. I got out Write or Die, so I have a nice and high word count for the day, so I can go to bed at a semi-decent hour. I'm still working on the unofficial goal of 65,000 words. I'm not completely sure that I'll reach that, but I'm going to try.

Work was work. We had some computer issues and some difficult testers and all, but I made it through the day.

Roo was ready to pick up this afternoon, and [personal profile] katsuko did it, since she was already off work and I still had a couple hours left. We have him with Aya and Jimi. His paw print is on the mantle piece with Jimi's as well. That's significantly harder.

I found out the other day that part of my job is in a bit of jeopardy because I still owe the IRS money. Specifically, I still owe them $166 from 2013, money I thought was already paid. And after the rather huge bill with Roo, nearly $400, it's also money that I don't have. I have seven days from receiving the letter to have it paid in full or in a payment plan or risk losing that part of my job.

And yeah, that's the daily freakout.
apollymi: Hudson freaking out, text reads "Game over, man. Game over". I find this completely realisitc for the situation (Aliens**Hudson: Game over man! Game ove)
Well, writing is coming along nicely again. I did manage over 2100 words today, so that's a good thing. I spent a lot of time researching stuff for this section of story, which mostly involves porn and also BDSM websites and stores. I'm not going to get into the details and all here, because I'm tired and ready to go to bed.

Today was a day of assholes at work. We had one guy who had a 9 hour test scheduled come in late, so he started late. He got his full time allotted, because we have no way to deduct time for people pulling shit like that, so we ended up being half an hour late getting out today. We were 15 minutes late getting out last Friday. Now, granted, this Friday is meant to be MCAT tests, so if they all finish when they're supposed to, we should all get to leave early, which will be a nice change of pace. I like MCAT Fridays. I just wish they weren't on Fridays, so that I could actually enjoy them.

Anyway, yeah, sleep time now. It's late, and I am so ready to crash on something other than the living room couch. I would accept the couch in my bedroom, but my bed is sounding pretty damn appealing.

So... Good night, all.

(And yes, for the record, it is really hard to go from writing "Goodnight", as in Goodnight Robicheaux, to "good night", as in hoping everyone has a nice one. It feels stupid weird.)
apollymi: Future Trunks looking down and blushing, text reads "blush" (DBZ**Trunks: BLUSH!!!)
I guess I really don't have anything to say for myself for today.

I went to work. I wrote. I tried not to let myself get too distracted with other shit when I'm trying to accomplish any of the above.

I am hoping that I'm not starting to get my annual sinus infection again. I'm all stuffed up, though, and my ears hurt when I bend over, so it's looking like that's pretty solid maybe. I'm going to try heading it off with some sinus medicine and see if that helps any.

And yeah, that's about it for me for today. Later, all.
apollymi: Stitch looking shocked and dismayed, text reads "Oh noes!" (L&S**Stitch: Oh Noes!)
I swear, I am actually getting sleep (somewhat) on these days when I'm not at work. Okay, I got sleep yesterday, but not so much today, since I drove [personal profile] katsuko into work. And since I can't quite seem to get drifted off tonight, I don't think I'll have a lot before going into work on Monday. Oh well, lots of caffeine will have to do the trick. I think I can handle that.

I'll have to handle it.

It was a fairly decent writing day, for all that I spent it bouncing between Panera Bread restaurants, drinking way too much hot tea and trying to stay awake. Granted, I didn't get as much writing done today as I should have. I didn't get enough done to make up for the couple of bad days I had Friday and yesterday. I never wrote less than a thousand words so far this month, but I've written less than my minimum of 1,613 (for 50k) and 2,097 (for 65k). I'll have at least managed that much tonight. I just won't have rebuilt my surplus that I had had going before.

I seem to have a bad case of snap, crackle, pop going with my shoulders and back. I had been going to take my laptop with me tomorrow to work, but I think I'm just going to stick to my regular purse and iPad instead. See if I can't cut down on my shoulder pain where I can.

And now, I haven't finished tonight's episode of Game of Thrones yet. No spoilers, please.
apollymi: Hansel & Gretel in the woods, text reads "We've got the taste of blood" (H&G: Hansel & Gretel: Taste of blood)
So, yeah, I didn't do so great with the writing today either. I was hoping for a lot more than I managed, that's for certain.

I'm just going to have to break out Write or Die for tomorrow to get caught back up to where I need to be. I had to use it today to get as far as I did.

I'm not tired of writing. I'm just tired. And easily distracted. But mostly tired.
apollymi: Typewriter and paper, text reads "Fanfic writer" (My Writing: Fanfic Writer)
Today is my cousin Lee's birthday. If I'm mathing correctly, he will be 27 years old today. God, this makes me feel old. I remember him being a wee toddling thing. Now he's married with a four-legged puppy child. It just doesn't seem right.

I had a pretty decent writing day today. I'm coming along well enough toward both the 50,000 word goal I've had as my minimum and towards the 65,000 word goal that is my unofficial one as well. I doubt I'm going to go much over that unofficial goal, but we'll see. Who knows what the weekend will bring.

I do know that tomorrow we'll be paying the Verizon bill again, paying the renter's insurance again, and so forth. I do know that Saturday, [personal profile] katsuko and I have tentative plans to go down to the Tanger Outlets in Locust Grove and see about finding at least one new pair of jeans each, possibly at the Levi's outlet store. I think we might try to go see Spider-Man: Homecoming while we're out that day. I don't know yet, though. I think that's all of our weekend plans, though.

Aside from more writing, of course.

And that's about it for me for tonight. I guess I really don't have a lot to say for myself for today. It's been a long one, not to mention a long week, and I'm going to be glad for tomorrow to be over. Hopefully testers will be in better humors next week.

So, yeah, that's it. Later, all.
apollymi: Vachon leaning close over Nick's shoulder, no text (FK**Nick/Vachon: Heartbreakers)
I take back everything I said about work yesterday. Today was hell. Almost everyone came in today with an attitude. The ones that didn't come in with an attitude wanted to flirt poorly. I didn't think my outfit was that on point, but clearly I was mistaken.

I did manage to have a pretty good writing day today. It's not quite as good as I actually wanted, but it was still decent enough. I'm coming along nicely towards my goal.

If I keep up at the same pace I'm at, I'll manage the 50k well enough. That's not my ultimate goal, though. I'm aiming for at least 65,000 words. Yes, I'm aiming for 15,000 words more than what I actually need for the month. We'll see if I end up actually managing to make it.

I worked pretty much across the board today: I wrote on [community profile] 15kinks main verse and Worst Case Scenario Femmes, and I did some vague planning on Worst Case Scenario Femme Goody. I also read over parts of Resurrectionist to try to get an idea of where I want to go with it. (Other than that it will have to include an author's note saying:
"This story was originally meant to be a get together fic for Goodnight and Billy that someone we know requested. They acted like a dickweed, though, so we decide against that. The story was continued out of rage and spite, and the pairings changed. Oh my, how the pairings changed."

And yeah, that's pretty much it for me for today. Later.
apollymi: Kyle and Sarah, text reads "Come with me if you want to live" (Term**Kyle/Sarah: Come with me)
It was a good day for writing. It was a hell of a day for work. Such a fucking Monday. So many assholes, so long the day.

But I did manage writing, and I guess that's good enough.

And sadly that's about all I've got to say for myself for day. Later, all.
apollymi: Chris and Vin with a heart, no text (Mag7**Chris/Vin: ❤)
I keep drifting off where I'm sitting, which is actually a little embarrassing, I guess. At least it wasn't happening at Panera Bread this time, though. There is a that, at least.

I could have stood for a nap today before taking [personal profile] katsuko to Mirko, but that didn't end up happening. We finally watched Batman v. Superman: Dawn of Justice for the first time today. I think we were both rather underwhelmed. Wonder Woman was good in it, but I think we otherwise spent most of the movie shit talking the screen. Bat-ffleck was good. I guess. Jeremy Irons' Alfred was good. Again, I guess.

Honestly, most everything I have to say for the film is sort of "I guess". I couldn't find anything to feel strongly about one way or another within the movie... which actually has a lot to say about my feelings on Wonder Woman as well. Neither movie was bad, so to say, but I won't go as far as to say that either of them were good either.

I'm going to have to cut myself off with less than 2000 words today. [personal profile] katsuko has a 6:00 shift at IKEA tomorrow, so we have a very early morning ahead of us. Honestly, if I was smart, I would have already been in bed by now. Of course, we also had Mirko today, so we got home late, which throws everything off as far as sleep goes.

And wow, I spend most of my time on here talking about sleep, don't I? That's actually probably pretty damn sad.

So I'm going to cut this off here, throw myself at my bed, and then go write at the Peachtree Center Mall while I eat breakfast in the morning. Later, y'all.
apollymi: Duo and Heero back to back, text reads "Together" (GW**Duo/Heero: Together)
So. Damn. Sleepy.

I didn't have work today, but I still got up with [personal profile] katsuko to make sure she got off okay and arrived at work all right. And then I went back to bed and slept. I feel like I slept so much... but I also felt like I could have slept a few more hours and not been hurt by it.

Or I need words to cooperate earlier in the day so I can go to bed when I first start drifting off in the evening. I think in general, I need that to start happening, so that I'm getting more sleep during the week too. I'm already writing most of the train ride in, on my entire lunch break, and any quiet moments on the desk. I'm not sure how much more I can sneak into the work day. I guess I'll need to try and come up with something.

I'm just about to the point of telling [personal profile] katsuko to prompt me on these Worst Case Scenario stories. The initial few stories carried me through most of June and the first few days of July, but they're being difficult now. (I think I just wrote the world's vaguest cunnilingus. OMG.) I think I want to get through the sweet bit where I'm at and then go back to being mean to various versions of the characters, but the problem is that I'm not sure what kind of mean I want to be and to which version of the characters. I mean, we have eight different versions of this damn story, after all: main verse, modern au, femme Faraday modern, femme Goody modern, the femmes, worst case scenario femmes, worst case scenario bi!Goody, and BDSM verse. I think that's eight versions. I'm sleepy, and I can't count right now.

I'm seriously so tired that my brain feels like it keeps going offline and restarting every so often. I keep losing my train of thought and trailing off in the middle of sentences. I need sleep. Once I hit my 2000 words for the day, I'll go do just that. I'm probably going to have a lot of things to fix tomorrow, but I'll deal with that tomorrow.
apollymi: Close ups of Arthur and Eames, no text (Incep**Eames/Arthur: Perchance to dream)
It's actually taking everything I have today to keep my eyes open long enough to type this up, so that maybe I can go to bed at a decent time.

Yeah, right.

But I'm thinking I'm going to have to, because I'm actually more tired than I can ever remember being. I'm tired to the point that I'm not sure how to keep making words work for me.

I think I am going to try that sleep thing. I'll just have to make up my words tomorrow, once I've had a chance to sleep a bit more.

Good night, all.
apollymi: Loose jumble of books, text reads "The keyboard makes me their god" (My Writing: Keyboard makes me their god!)
Damn but today was a long ass day. I'm really, really glad it's over.

I'm not as happy with not getting quite as many words done as I wanted. I did manage to break two thousand written yesterday, but I don't think it's going to happen today. I'm just too tired, and my eyes just keep drifting shut for a few minutes at the time. I think they're staying closed for longer and longer each time, and it's not going to be long before I'm literally passed out on the couch with the laptop open in front of me.

It's been a while since that happened, however, so I'm kind of hoping to avoid it today. If at all possible anyway.

One more day at work this week... and then the weekend. I'm looking forward to getting to sleep in some on Saturday and Sunday. I do enjoy getting my days over with, opening the center this week, but when my brain isn't shutting off until late at night, I'm not getting enough sleep. (Obviously. See the fact that I'm talking about passing out at my laptop keyboard.)

I think, after Camp is over, I'm going to try to start setting myself a bedtime of perhaps 11 p.m. I mean, as opposed to midnight or one a.m., at least? Compared to those times, 11 at night is fairly reasonable. Especially when we have early mornings going. The downside is, of course, how it cuts into writing time so much, but if we try to buckle down harder and write more throughout the day, maybe it won't be as much of burden in the evening for writing lots and lots of words.

But then this is, more or less, me thinking "out loud". Who knows if I'll end up managing to do it? I know I used to go to bed fairly early back in Tallahassee, but that was back when [personal profile] katsuko and I had nearly identical schedules. That meant that we both got off at about the same time, so we could start writing the minute we got home, instead of one or the other of us having to sit around and wait on the other. (We also had the same days off, but I'm slowly starting to accept that that won't be happening again unless we get her a new job.)

And yeah, that's about all I've got to say for myself for today. Later, all.
apollymi: Stitch in a cape and hood, no text (L&S**Stitch: The... fuzzy blue alien kni)
Happy "When the hell are the fireworks ever going to end" day. I'm heartily fucking sick of them.

Happily, I do not have jury duty tomorrow. It seems that everyone who was supposed to show up at 8:00 was excused due to a case today running late. I am completely fine with this. It means I don't have to deal with trying to figure out the proper MARTA to get on and all that malarky.

So instead I have to figure out what time to get to the MARTA station in order to get to work to open tomorrow. That's a little less of a headache, since I did open today.

It does do such a good getting the day over with, opening and all, that I might ask if LaTrease needs me to do it next week also.

I feel like I'm giving out feedback on the other parts of this particular Camp story hand over fist... and getting pittances in return. It's not a feeling I'm enjoying. And yes, I've already said something. No real improvement beyond an hour or two.

I'm so close to the point of just giving up on the idea of getting feedback. I'm just going to write into the void and see what happens. It's not my favorite thing to do, because obviously I really enjoy feedback, but rather than have to force it, I'm just not going to bother trying.

And that's all I've got to say for myself for today.
apollymi: Heero staring forward, Duo staring off to side, no text (GW**Duo/Heero: Starry Night)
I am so not awake. The only reason my eyes are still open is because the fireworks are still going off around here. I'm not sure, actually, when they'll be done. Soon I hope. I've got an early day to tomorrow, and I could really use some damn sleep.

Not that I think I'll get it. I lack [profile] katusko's ability to drop off to sleep at a moment's notice once I'm in bed. On the couch? Yeah, sure, I can nod off like nobody's business. Actually in my bed, though? It's my herbal stuff to help me sleep, two fans on (because there's no overhead fan), the air purifier going, an ambient sound tract going, and as little light as possible coming in. That's a good night. Tonight will not be a good night, not with all the fireworks.

I'm going to do my best to get some actual rest, but I am not overly hopeful. Basically, everything is still noisy as hell and I'm not sure I'll be able to pass out right away either way.

Either way, I'm going to give it a try. Good luck, all. Sleep well.
apollymi: Captain America and Bucky staring at each other, no text (Aveng**Steve/Bucky: Watching)
I'm trying to get my words for the day, and it's just not cooperating. Maybe because I'm working on conversation today, instead of porn? I don't know. I don't like it.

I'm still ahead for the month and well ahead overall for the year, but today isn't going to be a great day for words. I'm hoping tomorrow will be better.

That said, I have tomorrow off work, because it's a federal holiday in the US. I'm hoping to get caught up on some sleep and then caught up on some writing. After [personal profile] katsuko gets off work and home, maybe we'll go do a write-in somewhere, like Qdoba or Panera Bread, if either of them are open. If not, then I don't know. I just don't anticipate Roo letting us get a lot of work done. Or letting me get a lot of work done, since [personal profile] katsuko is not the mommy he likes to torment.

And yeah, that's about all I've got to say for myself for today. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better writing day, and I'll manage to get caught back up to where I want to be.
apollymi: Loose jumble of books, text reads "The keyboard makes me their god" (My Writing: Keyboard makes me their god!)
I have a certain biting/nibbling feline son trying very desperately to help me write this journal entry, so it's probably going to be very short. Getting your fingers bitten when you're trying to type does tend to make that activity very difficult.

And to make matters worse, I think he thinks that this is a fun play game we're doing. He takes a bite out of my finger, I put him back on the floor, he gets right back up and does it again, I put him right back down on the floor, and repeat ad nauseum. Because in a battle of stubborn, Roo and I are evenly matched.

No, actually, I'm lying there to try to protect my own dignity. Roo usually wins these battles of wills. He's a lot more stubborn than I am, sadly enough.

I've spent most of the day cramping like a son of a bitch and editing stories for [personal profile] katsuko in Worst Case Scenario. Because that's a thing.

And yeah, I think that's about all he's going to let me do. I think I'm going to take the laptop back the hall and try to make words happen that way.

(I keep thinking that maybe he would let me get words done on the desktop, but... I seriously doubt it.)
apollymi: Stitch looking shocked and dismayed, text reads "Oh noes!" (L&S**Stitch: Oh Noes!)
It was a lazy damn day. And that was a very good thing.

I thought I was actually done with that extra long period, but nope, it came back. I had been down to just spotting, but the floodgates opened back up. I'm not sure if it's a continued period or the same one still ongoing, but I know my tracker won't let me start a new period so close to the last one, so I'm having to input it as the same one.

So basically, I've had a 28 day period so far. And it's showing no sign of stopping. It sucks, and I hate it.

And yeah, that's about it. Good day for writing, bad day for not hurting.

And that's it. Later, all.

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