out in daylight, my potential

So a while ago I started putting on perfume when I am sitting down to write, to help my brain settle down into "doing stuff" mode. I've been bouncing between pumpkiny scents, because that's a pretty common element in my collection and I'm not stuck using one scent it's impossible to replace when I run out. All the pumpkin means it is time to work.

And it really does help. When I actually remember to put it on.

Struggled all day with focus and words. Finally remembered perfume exists and has a purpose. Put it on and had a few easy paragraphs in front of me in fairly short order. Gold star for me.

Blargh. I am both ridiculously stressed out by this whole LJ debacle, and desperately hoping this is what finally kicks at least some of LJRP into moving over to DW. Especially the games I'm in and the one I'm planning on joining. Fingers crossed and all that.

In the meantime, HI, PEOPLE NEW TO DREAMWIDTH. I'M GLAD YOU'RE HERE.

Happy things: Mat brought me a present from whatawaytoburn when he came home. He also brought me fuzzy socks.

( LOOK AT THE SHINY. )

Also, I made pumpkin biscotti today, and it tastes like amazing and victory. And I still have enough pumpkin to make more! Next time I think I will try it with chocolate chips. And a (non-pumpkin) batch with cranberries and almonds.

I have a feeling I will need to make a billion batches, because I never want to stop eating them. You're supposed to leave them for a day or so, so they'll get crunchy, but I don't have the patience for that. Want pumpkiny deliciousness NOW. In fact, I am going to go make coffee and grab another piece of biscotti right now. :|

The tree just outside my dining room window (where my desk is set up until we can paint the office) is turning the most gorgeous orange color. I have never been fond of orange in the past, but every year autumn makes serious progress toward changing my opinion on that. There are a couple other trees further back that are edging toward firetruck red. My yard is prettier than yours. I'm sorry, it's just a fact. I only wish I had a camera. And that I knew how to work those lights out in the garden...

This is the best season, you guys. This is the best month. And I'm not just saying that because I was born halfway through it.

I woke up on my own before noon this morning, without an alarm or being dragged out of bed or anything. I smell like burnt sugar and ashes and death (in a good way), and one of my girlfriends is dragging me out in the world today (and I'm not letting her go home until I shove new Fringe at her), and it is autumn. Today is awesome.

I am so hot and tired I want to diiiieeee... only not, because I kind of have things to do. But seriously. SO DONE WITH SUMMER.

thatrainbow and I went to walk around houses today with her parents. Being around her parents at all? EXHAUSTING. Walking around and being in close proximity to them for hours at a time? WAY WORSE. But I survived, and didn't bite them or say anything untoward, and they fed and caffeinated me, so it could be worse.

The house we wanted earlier ended up having too many problems with the roof and mold for thatrainbow's parents to approve of it, but since we were there with the realtor and the inspector anyway, we all decided to go look at a couple other houses that were open.

( Cut for house rambling you may not care about... )

IN THE MEANTIME, we are looking at apartments for a few months, because not getting the first house means it is going to be even longer until we can close and actually have a house instead of just talking about it. And while it could be so much worse (as Plan B involved sleeping in our car), and Pat and Caroline are awesome, I feel bad taking over a corner of their living room, and I feel bad for the animals who don't know why they keep getting locked in crates and bedrooms and can't just wander and cuddle. (Ace is dying for love. DYYYIIING, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW.) So while this is not getting resolved in the longterm for another month or two, probably, I am hoping we will have a better short term solution soon.

Other random updates:
- We got the poor puppy a bigger crate, because she can't be loose in Pat and Caroline's apartment, and she couldn't actually stand up in her old one. This one is wire, and she's deeply confused because she can see us but can't get to us. Pat and Caroline's cats are also deeply confused, because they seem to believe Ace is some kind of alien, and now they can see her clearly. But now she can actually stand up and stretch out, and I don't feel like such a horrible human being.
- At house #1, we met a tiny white stray cat. She's so small I don't think she's more than a year old, and so skinny, and there's no one and nothing in the house, so it's not like the owners are still moving and just haven't moved her yet. And she's skittish but also super affectionate, and was flirting with us so hard once she realized we wouldn't eat her. Whenever we get an apartment (oh god please soon), we are planning to swing by that house and see if she's still there. Not sure if we'd be able to keep her, but she will at least not be a sad little porch stray hanging around an empty home with no one to feed her.
- Dear christ, I need to get back to the free clinic. NEED TO. We didn't go in last Thursday because I was exhausted and would have to take the bus home and we were moving the next day. And then the car started to die, so we couldn't go Monday, or the Thursday after that. I am down to two pills of my citalopram, and I do not want to go through withdrawal. I have done that shit before, and it is unbelievably awful. Also, the counselor seemed really concerned when I mentioned my weird heart problems to him, as did the clinic coordinator, so they want me to talk to the actual doctor and then see about arranging financial aid for me to see a cardiologist or something. FUN STUFF. MY BODY IS NOW ALARMING MEDICAL PROFESSIONALS. :D