Staying up all night making stuff. I've been getting some effects I love just by coating the shit out of things with plain old Elmer's Glue-All.
I wish this situation was more sustainable -- I love having my own space, and so does Grey, and the meeting up is all the sweeter after we've been apart for a while. But I had to pawn jewelry to make the house payment this month. I haven't had any testosterone in three weeks, which is wreaking havoc with my complexion and God knows what other, less visible things. And I've learned that I can eat a LOT of peanut butter. I don't know what is going to happen, but during these long, (relatively) cool nights of creativity and anticipation, I feel weirdly optimistic nonetheless.
[ETA:
TESTOSTERONE SALE!!! Signed trade paperback copies of The Lazarus Heart for $20, which includes domestic media shipping. Please note that I won't be able to start shipping these out for a few days, until some of the payments come through and I can get envelopes and postage.]