Guess who looks like a thief?
Yes, I do. Today, I was accosted upon suspicion of thievery. The security man and the manager of the grocery store I've been frequenting once a week for the past two and a half years stopped me and demanded to examine my bag. They seemed to think that I was a suspicious sort, and after having looked through my bag and found zero stolen items, they were oddly unsatisfied. Why do I have such a large canvas tote? Could it be because you've been encouraging us to bring our own reusable bags for shopping instead of using plastic ones? I'm trying to do my part. And why was I putting back a bunch of items onto the shelves? Is putting stuff back normally a sign of theft? I'd have thought it was the opposite. So, of course, I had to explain that I only had $15 left for the coming week, and had to choose among the things I needed since I couldn't get them all. So, being stopped and searched without having committed an actual crime wasn't enough; I had to be humiliated further. I guess that in St-Henri, as most everywhere else, being poor is a crime.
My favourite part? They waited until after I had paid for my groceries to grab me.
When I got home, my apartment decided that I didn't belong there, either, and locked me out on the front balcony when I went to look for Marthapants, the cat who adopted me. The balcony is private and has no stairs (while the cat is fluffy and has no pants). I managed to get in okay after fighting with the door, but I'll admit that there was a period in which I thought this is where I die. Thankfully, the doorknob just needed to pulled really really tight, jiggled, let go of for a split second, then turned while the door was pushed and kicked at the same exact moment. Yes, that was all.
Wait. That's not why I came here. Right. I wanted to check in. This day has just got me shaken, and rattled. (Sadly, I remain unrolled.)
Check-in. Right. I've been away, again, the past few months, checking in when I could, but not nearly often enough. I missed you guys, your thoughts, your fics, your lives. I was sick all winter- Okay, that's an exaggeration, I was sick three times this winter, for a week or two each time, but damn did it knock me down. I've also been avoiding some parts of Eljay intentionally because I've been struggling with my Big Bang fic; reading fic, meta, even episode reactions messed with my head, and I second-guessed myself a lot. I got past that, more or less, but my Big Bang is still dangerously close to not making the deadline. In fact, if it does get done on time, it will be a miracle. A porn miracle. Y'all know how often god grants one of those.
How did we get here? Oh, yes. I'm behind on Big Bang, very much so, and I just found Write or Die. So that's where I started, without a plan, and that's why you got this seemingly pointless ramble, because it works even if it can't make you write well. But, hey, that's something, right?
My favourite part? They waited until after I had paid for my groceries to grab me.
When I got home, my apartment decided that I didn't belong there, either, and locked me out on the front balcony when I went to look for Marthapants, the cat who adopted me. The balcony is private and has no stairs (while the cat is fluffy and has no pants). I managed to get in okay after fighting with the door, but I'll admit that there was a period in which I thought this is where I die. Thankfully, the doorknob just needed to pulled really really tight, jiggled, let go of for a split second, then turned while the door was pushed and kicked at the same exact moment. Yes, that was all.
Wait. That's not why I came here. Right. I wanted to check in. This day has just got me shaken, and rattled. (Sadly, I remain unrolled.)
Check-in. Right. I've been away, again, the past few months, checking in when I could, but not nearly often enough. I missed you guys, your thoughts, your fics, your lives. I was sick all winter- Okay, that's an exaggeration, I was sick three times this winter, for a week or two each time, but damn did it knock me down. I've also been avoiding some parts of Eljay intentionally because I've been struggling with my Big Bang fic; reading fic, meta, even episode reactions messed with my head, and I second-guessed myself a lot. I got past that, more or less, but my Big Bang is still dangerously close to not making the deadline. In fact, if it does get done on time, it will be a miracle. A porn miracle. Y'all know how often god grants one of those.
How did we get here? Oh, yes. I'm behind on Big Bang, very much so, and I just found Write or Die. So that's where I started, without a plan, and that's why you got this seemingly pointless ramble, because it works even if it can't make you write well. But, hey, that's something, right?