we are not lost

Aubrey; also Birdie.
Fantasy writer. Polyamorous and really gay. Mentally ill and disabled.
Local queen of cait sidhe. Powered by caffeine, anxiety, and spite.

mortalcity: Barbara Gordon, typing on a laptop with the Oracle logo. (DC | we rise once more)
Still alive, struggling my way back to productivity, not much to say otherwise. Have some cat pictures instead.

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mortalcity: Apocalyptic city skyline. Text: "Oh, there was an apocalypse? We thought it was just Thursday." (text | we thought it was just Thursday)
Uggggggh. So we're moving somewhat abruptly, because it's that or get evicted (do not ask me to tell the story right now), and I am pretty sure I am going to collapse or explode or something. I am tired and in pain and way too stressed and I do not want to be doing this. I want to be done. We have too much stuff and not enough room and not enough time.

Aaaand on top of everything else, there's this whole clusterfuck with the animals. We're moving in with Mal (which is great), but we're going to have to stay at their family's house until we can get a place of our own, and their mother is insisting we only take one animal.

We have four.

Ace is going to stay with Jaqui in Dallas, so that's okay. She'll have to stay outside, and it's going to be a pain to go back and get her when we have a place to put her, but she knows Jaqui and as long as she does not turn out to be some kind of crazy escape artist, all should work out on that front.

Olive is coming with us, because she is small and neurotic and does not do well with separation. It's going to be bad enough separating her from her sister, and I would not inflict this dog on someone who is not well-acquainted with her crazy.

We had a place for the cats until fucking yesterday, when the guy who'd been saying for weeks that he could take them backed out with no reason given. It was great of him to wait this long so we have literally no time to make other arrangements. Really. Thank you so much for that, dude.

So... I really don't fucking know. We're probably going to end up taking them to Mal's place anyway. I cannot give them up - we got them on my birthday, almost exactly a month after Simba died, and October is my daemon and possibly Simba's reincarnation, because sometimes she's so much like him it's spooky, and I will not let go of her.

I guess if worst comes to worst, plan B is, once again, living in the back of the car with the dog. In Florida. In the summer. Yaaaay.