blaarghhhh
Is it weekend yet? *flomps*
Seriously starting to run on empty. Two weeks straight of ten hour shifts will do that. Starting to get irrationally angry at people for doing Stupid Shit That People Do, and considering Le Buttmonkey continues to reduce the tensile strength of the ice upon which he skates, this cannot end well.
Bashed out another couple parts of fic, - actually argued viciously with them for a couple of days. Still not terribly happy with it. Grr. I think the main issue is that I'm mostly a method writer, and what I was writing not only struck close to home, it then proceeded to extend a series of pseudopods, strolled through my kitchen into the lounge, set up shop on the couch and is now watching a series of trashy reality shows while it eats all my popcorn. Which is well and good, except the character actually requires some sort of vindication and closure, and yeah, as we all know, that shit just doesn't happen. Personally I just learned to stop caring. Kicked a pile of sand over that cat crap and called it done. Not really an option for the character though. I have the feeling I got lost in the clockwork looking for the mainspring.
Grrr. Raar. Etc.
Ratties are all socialised together now and much happier. Pug's occasional bitchstorms have astonishingly reduced to zero. Looks like all she needed was a minion. And Poppet frankly adores her. Bubbles still has moments of "but, but, you still love meee?" but snuggles are never a paucity in our house, so she's coming along. And snappy has turned out to be the most sociable little shitbag on the face of the planet. Never seen you before? No idea who you are? Doesn't give a shit, she just strolllls on right up and says howdy-doo :D
Tree day. Better put the fucker up. I generally refuse to pander to the christmas madness until at least December first, but consider the Harvey Norman down the road is already advertising "BOXING DAY SALE" I should get a wriggle on.
Seriously starting to run on empty. Two weeks straight of ten hour shifts will do that. Starting to get irrationally angry at people for doing Stupid Shit That People Do, and considering Le Buttmonkey continues to reduce the tensile strength of the ice upon which he skates, this cannot end well.
Bashed out another couple parts of fic, - actually argued viciously with them for a couple of days. Still not terribly happy with it. Grr. I think the main issue is that I'm mostly a method writer, and what I was writing not only struck close to home, it then proceeded to extend a series of pseudopods, strolled through my kitchen into the lounge, set up shop on the couch and is now watching a series of trashy reality shows while it eats all my popcorn. Which is well and good, except the character actually requires some sort of vindication and closure, and yeah, as we all know, that shit just doesn't happen. Personally I just learned to stop caring. Kicked a pile of sand over that cat crap and called it done. Not really an option for the character though. I have the feeling I got lost in the clockwork looking for the mainspring.
Grrr. Raar. Etc.
Ratties are all socialised together now and much happier. Pug's occasional bitchstorms have astonishingly reduced to zero. Looks like all she needed was a minion. And Poppet frankly adores her. Bubbles still has moments of "but, but, you still love meee?" but snuggles are never a paucity in our house, so she's coming along. And snappy has turned out to be the most sociable little shitbag on the face of the planet. Never seen you before? No idea who you are? Doesn't give a shit, she just strolllls on right up and says howdy-doo :D
Tree day. Better put the fucker up. I generally refuse to pander to the christmas madness until at least December first, but consider the Harvey Norman down the road is already advertising "BOXING DAY SALE" I should get a wriggle on.