Organised Chaos

I managed half a chapter at 3AM. I fed the cats, my starter, and myself. I already posted the storytime video on Peertube.

Now I just need to focus enough to work on the daily tale.

Today's experiment is: wearing my heavier shoes plus my ankle brace.

Last time I wore my walking shoes, it made my ankle angry. I'll be seeing if it does that today.

I've had a Finger Slip Incident and am working on some fanfic on the side. It is, naturally, pure crack mixed well with angst juice. Updated when parts are complete, over on my Patreon.

This is not interfering with me finishing my book. Sextology. I'm chugging along rather well, in my humble opinion. Apparently, insomnia is my copilot.

Either that or going to bed super early helps me be awake super early. Yay, dubious side-benefit of having a grinchy fucking ankle, I guess.

Onwards to the actual nonsense you're looking for.

I gave Chaos the mission of heading to the shops to get my polident. She decided to take off to do that long about 7AM... way before the shops open. I have no idea if she learned something from this, but Mayhem got paranoid about her staying away so long, so we had to stop by and make sure she was fine.

She's fine.

I have videos to post, a story to write, and an ankle to repeatedly ice. But at least