we are not lost

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

Mar. 2nd, 2015

mortalcity: Text: "Just because you're a zombie doesn't mean you're a bad person." (zombies | because you're a zombie)
So I was going to go meet RP friends and see [profile] thebonesofferalletter's kitten this weekend... and instead, I came down with a fever that knocked me out for two days, only rising to inhale any food I could find and immediately passing out again. It was awful, and I'm cranky that I missed two days in which I had planned to work and people. Not cool, body.

I don't know if I'm better now - I think I'm still kind of warm, but I feel slightly more conscious than before? Going to try to fight the next wave of sleep with coffee and caffeine pills and see if I can start clawing my way back to being a functional human being. :c

Still no news on the house front, except that our landlord can't actually do what he said he was doing without taking some other legal action, so we are probably okay? Unless he is really determined and spiteful and willing to waste money on it? I don't know, we're going to harass people for more news about it when the sun is actually up.
Mar. 2nd, 2015 08:55 am

/snarl

mortalcity: A snarling wolf with blood on its face. (wolves | blood burns like fire)
Orrrr we are actually moving, because the landlord is being a dick, and they could fight him but no one wants to fucking bother.

At least it has a fenced yard, and is three bedrooms, it's close enough that we can still use the vet we like and get to stores, and we will have help organizing and packing so I won't have to lay on the floor and cry. But ugggghhh I did not want to do this. Motherfucker.

Someone tell me where he lives so I can egg his car or something.
mortalcity: Blood spatters. And skewers. Text: "It was a nice day... for torturin'." (text | it was a nice day... for torturin)
Okay, with all the chaos lately, I am totally losing track of everything I need to do. Honestly, if I get home and the house has not exploded or something, I will be a little surprised.

But I actually have shit to do this month, outside of the unexpected move, which I am kind of inclined to just let happen around me because fuck this noise. Fuck it. It's not my fault and I refuse to let it derail my life any further than it has to. I have the power to make people deal with this for me through sheer obstinance (and possible panic attacks), and I plan to use it.

So! Time for a to do list. )