out in daylight, my potential

Yesterday was exhausting, and yet for some reason I only slept for two hours, then woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. My sleep schedule has been wonky all week, but this is definitely the most ridiculous it has been so far.

Saw Avengers with Jae and Pat and Caroline a week ago, and thoroughly enjoyed it. I am going again today with Mat, in the middle of our regular weekly shopping and library expedition. With that on top of the Fringe season finale tonight, I might very well explode with fannish feelings, but I've accepted that.

However, that is not the primary reason for this post. I went on a secret mission yesterday. And in case you were wondering... I rarely go on secret missions that don't end in something fuzzy.

( Adorableness under this cut - seriously, you should really click )

Now I'm going to try to go back to sleep, because I would like to be awake enough to not fall asleep in the theater, and actually process Fringe when it happens. Wish me luck.

NaNo count for yesterday and today, because... it was a weird couple days. Insomnia and nightmares and... yeah. However, I'm not sleeping tonight, and am planning to hang out in the word sprints chat the whole time, so hopefully I'll make some progress tonight.

Words Today (& Yesterday): 2355
Total Words: 4211
Reason for stopping: I haven't, technically. It just ticked over to midnight, so I figured I might as well update.
Animals: Hell if I know. They were in a pile of fur on the couch last time I saw, and presumably are still there. All I care about is that they're being quiet.
Caffeine intake: A cup of coffee and one can of Coke so far today. That might be why my head hurts so much...

Abby is dead and my prologue is over. I feel like I'm doing a lot of terribly uninteresting rambling no one will care about, but there is more action in the first few chapters than there was in my last draft, so that's something. And I get to play with a zombie soon. Always something to look forward to.

...yes, I am the literary equivalent of an Irwin. GIVE ME A ZOMBIE AND I AM HAPPY. PERIOD.

THIS WEEK HAS BEEN SO PRODUCTIVE. ...also, I'm a tiny bit drunk now, so keep that in mind if this post gets weird or rambly.

We finished painting the bedroom, and pulled up all the carpet and staples and carpetboards in there and now actually have a bedroom with a bed inside it. And all the carpet is up out of the hall and living room too, though there are still... staples and boards with spikes all over the place. That will be fixed whenever we have time which may be never, because NaNo is coming at us like a goddamn train and I am not prepared.

And our furniture got delivered, though most of it has not been put together yet. But there's a couch! And a coffee table that I put together all by myself. Oh, and also thatrainbow's computer came back all fixed, so I don't have to share mine anymore.

And I woke up to snow today! ...that has nothing to do with productivity, it's just awesome.

...in conclusion, have a blurry picture of Ace and Simba snuggling me and each other on our new couch.

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

I just got done bathing my cat in the sink. It turns out that the demonic howls he produces when I clip his nails are nothing compared to the outraged wailing of "I AM WET AND TAKE EXTREME OFFENSE." I managed to avoid getting mauled, though I think only because I clipped his claws the other day - if he had his usual daggers still intact, I would be missing large strips of flesh right now.

...the worst part is, I'm going to have to do this again. Because I don't have the energy to bathe the dog at the same time and argh.

Well, no, that's the second worst part. The worst part is that I'm just allergic enough to cats that damp skin + cat fur is a really bad combination. I estimate about five minutes before I start trying to claw my own skin off.



Unrelated to the above (except that hopefully one day soon, I will be able to wrestle my animals in a bath instead of in a sink and a shower), thatrainbow and I went looking at houses on Thursday. I was not thrilled about the whole process, because I do not caaaare as long as it's not falling apart and there's a bath and preferably a room or even a large closet I could turn into an office.

However, the second house we looked at just so happened to be made of magic and rainbows and awesome, and I want it like burning. You can't see it from the street, because it's completely screened off by high bushes, and you have to walk up some stairs from the road to get to the house. It is purple and blue on the outside, and SO MANY COLORS inside. Every room is a different, awesome color. And there are two floors and three bedrooms, and a backyard that I will never go wander around in because it's super steep and full of bushes, but it could be fenced for Ace to play in, and oh god so much want.

The thing that concerns me is that Beka's father wants to rent out the third bedroom. And did not inform us of this until Friday. And... uh... no. Just no. I have no problem sharing my space with friends. There are people I would kidnap and keep in that third bedroom in a heartbeat if they would let me, because having my people available when I want them makes me a happy kitten (and that house has more than enough room for everyone to have space to themselves when they don't want people, which is also a necessity).

But I refuse to share my space with strangers. Or even non-strangers who are nevertheless not close friends. I don't care if it is spoiled and selfish, being in that close proximity with people who aren't mine is hell on my mental health and stress levels and general stability. It often means I won't come out of my room unless I am absolutely certain I'm not going to bump into anyone, I spend all my time trying not to draw attention to myself, and I get twitchy and resentful of everything. I can't do that in my own house. It is just. not. happening, even if it means we cannot have the house of awesome.

But I am still crossing my fingers and desperately hoping that it somehow works out. It would be nice to have something actually work out in my favor some time soon.