Spent three hours cleaning the filthiest bedroom and bathroom I've ever seen. I swear if my cats weren't so cute I'd give them away, the disgusting little buggers. Ended up completely losing my cool when the vacuum cleaner gave me trouble and I kept getting cat litter stuck under my feet because it goes EVERYWHERE and I couldn't wear my sandals because, yes you guessed it, the cats had peed on them! Aaargh! Those are 12.000 ISK Ecco sandals, only 2 years old! (My last ones lasted ten years.) Hubby calmly told me, after I'd screamed and cried and hyperventilated a little, that I'd cleaned enough and to please take a warm shower and curl up on the couch and do nothing the rest of the day. Which is what I'm doing now. Well, that and trying to write.
I've finally realised what was bugging me about the latter part of my endless sexless Jsquared epic love story. Too many conversations. It was starting to read like a damn play, everyone talking so much like this was some goddamn episode of Gilmore Girls. *sighs* Trying to fix that now while contemplating the next move. I kinda know what I want to happen I just need to find out how to write that without adding another 50.000 words. Because seriously? I so could. Is there a name for this kind of condition? Wordvomititis? *groans*
Also been going through the
Fandom appreciation meme, trying to do my part but there are so many there it's hard to keep track. I do appreciate all of you, just so you know. You got to know that, right? I mean, I do tell you every now and then, don't I? Right? *is such a bad friend* For those who left
me some words, THANK YOU! God, I so needed that right now. I swear, my feet still smell of cat pee!