My oldest friend's mother passed away over the weekend. She was 95, and had been told by her doctor that the cancer she'd beat off twice had metastasized to her lungs. He gave her three months. Three days later, in hospice, she passed away peacefully ( Read more... )

It has been bizarrely stressful and crazy for the past three months, mostly at work. And it all came home this week. I am not in a good way and I can't shake it. The black dog and the pink elephant are romping, and today I spent half the day in bed (kitties mewing at me anxiously) and the rest of the day shaking in my chair, and crying at MLK's ( Read more... )

But first, have a kitten:


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Courtesy of Quarians over on Tumblr.


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I should not have watched that f*cking "Bully" trailer. ( cut for Lanning being stupid about triggers )

But it looks like I'm going to finish 26 Pieces over the weekend. That's approximately 25K words in 20 days. This is unheard of for me. If I can apply this write-something-even-if-you-think-it's-crap technique to Snips, I might have a chance of finishing Identical before I die. And other stuff, too ( Read more... )

Stayed home popping klonopin today. Illness in the family is stirring up memories of Dad and other unpleasant things. This crap is getting beyond old. I need a new brain.

BRAAAAAAAAAAAINS.