real life

TGIF?

Mayhem's sick enough to throw up. Chaos has a persistent cough. I have a lingering, gluey sensation in the back of my throat that means more firkin bronchial casts are destined to make my life hellish.

Ah, winter. Where are these alleged charms that people keep honking about?

My plns for a Kigurumi are on hold. Unless I want to go to the local shops and choose from their alleged range. Which is something that will happen towards the end of NEXT week, because we managed to pay $2k on settling BILLS.

I should be rounding up an array of SpecFic Lit Agents who do their business in New York, but I have a child at home. Which means a majority of my time will be spent making sure that Mayhem has few opportunities to enjoy himself.

I currently have him sorting the last of my beads. That's enough neck-ache for anyone.

I am seriously considering putting this site behind a Patreon. I'm doing daily content. If it's pay-to-access-while-fresh, then I have something resembling an income to help pay for tight spots like this one. Put it this way - we need $1K to pay for the house, and another something-hundred to keep us alive during the time between now and when we're paid next.

I have less than three hundred to pay for food and necessaries for the next week. And very few spoons because depressed about money.

If anyone who owns a multibillion-dollar company complains about how expensive it is to have employees, I will fucking smack them, I swear to the Powers...

And the worst thing about this particular squeeze is that all our money went on shit that we needed to pay for. Power. Water. Rates. Keeping things balanced on all sides. If we're barely keeping our heads up now, what will it be like when the megacorps have their way and re-introduce serfdom?

Meh. They'll probably have messed things up to the point where life at all is impossible by then. Powers, I'm cheerful today.

I'm going to make Mayhem clean the slow cooker, because I will guaranteed need it next week. I have to be as canny as hell to help us through next week. The week after is an entirely different story.

Kigurumi!

It's probably Japanese for "Let's make white people look like absolute lunatics" and I don't care. What they are is grown-up sized onesie pyjamas in a variety of "funny animal" styles and I want all of them.

Some folks have taken to wearing them out in public and I can kind of see why. They are so cool! And they promise to be lovely and toasty warm, which is a thing that everyone in winter needs.

I can see the appeal for

Finally, mostly prepared

I have a nice set of gloves, now. And two pairs of socks to wear in my boots. And enough ginger ale to float a boat.

I should finally be able to shake these winter sniffles and ride out the rest of the cold season in relative comfort. Should.

Except that it's this bloody cold at the beginning of the season and I'm already entertaining thoughts of thermal underwear. I need to find all my polyester stuff because it's freaking perfect for

It's fixed!

My car is up and able again and I now have emergency assistance. It became a thing somewhere between the time I go the car and months later, when I finally got a service.

I also had the biggest comedy of errors that anyone could hope to avoid. First - Beloved insisted I take the kids to school. On the one day that I definitely had Other Plans. Then, the car wouldn't start. So I had to nick Beloved's car while the

This is why I need to be mobile

I'm taking my car in for a service, today. They usually occupy most of my frelling time. All day. Spinning my wheels. Followed by a mad rush in the evening to get my work, dinner, and kids done for the day.

Not today! For I have a fully-operational laptop and all my important documents in my Google Docs folder. Yay. I just have to make sure they're "fresh" before I set off.

Which means crossing the house, opening the lappy, refreshing every

Wish me luck

The rains of last night have buggered off and it's looking like it's going to be a lovely, sunny day. And today, Beloved is home, so I finally have a chance to edit KFZ and start trawling for agents.

New York is the place to look, apparently. Those are the agents with the global scope and reach.

Beloved's focus will be on making a thing to hold a pen so we can print out those earring cards at firkin last. But I

Good morning

Once again, my fucked-up sleep cycle strikes in the wee small hours. I plan to use it to my advantage, though. You all get your instant story ahead of time, and I get a day of luxurious loafing.

The only downside for me is that I'll have to update my master files when I finally exit my bedroom. Yay for laptops, boo for non-cloud files.

Pretty sure the Google editor does rich text and not plain text. That could plausibly fuck up

Determination

I am going to make something today. I am done with sorting the cabochons. The only pile of unsorted beads I have is a baggie of random reds, and I am not touching those until I have done. One. Firkin. PAIR.

I am going to make earrings until I am sick of it, or I have sample examples of each of my pride flag earrings firkin DONE. Whichever happens first.

Then, and only then, will I indulge my OCD aspect and sort

Snafu^3

My best laid plans haven't just gone agley. They're flapping in the breeze. Pissing into the wind. Whistling Dixie.

Inertia is my enemy. I fucking hate it. And I really despise it when the object at rest happens to be people I need to do things for my. My skill set is limited. My ideas of design are either (a) antiquated, (b) fucking ugly, or (c) both. This is why I handed a concept sketch to Beloved for the EGDB logo instead

Plus la Change, Plus la Meme Chose

Another book, another routine. Another chain of illogic to boggle your average nypical. It goes a little something like this:

Hand-writing things may be permanently portable, but transcribing it to legible text just slows me down because (a) I'm the only person who can read my handwriting (b) I can't afford to hire someone who can read my handwriting and (c) I end up reading what I've written more than typing in the thing.
It really is quicker and easier for me

Attack of the Lurgi

Of course, once winter comes, so too do the winter colds. Both my little darlings are home for a couple of days and I am beginning to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous procrastination.

Of course, delaying at writing means that I spend less time working on sorting all my beads. Now that I have a new supply of dime bags [I should really stop calling them that. Besides, my new lot are half the size of your traditional Suspicious White

Winter has hit

I know it's not officially winter yet, but you can't fool my bod. All the signs are here. It's dark in the morning. The incidences of Lurgi are increasing. I need a jumper and a huge box of tissues in the morning... and the heater is staying on without anyone wanting to turn it off.

It's very hard to get out of bed in the AM.

I've removed the non-helpful insole from my boots, and that has been very helpful in getting

URGH

You ever have one of those days where everything and everyone seems to be conspiring against you to make sure every last one of your plans fucks up? Even the very elements of nature seem to be against you.

That's been my entire week.

The beads I thought were fine - aren't. If I want to pump out earrings at any speed, I have to delay by making my own pins out of the aforementioned scary thin wire. Which means I have

SNAFU^2

Turns out that a shockingly large number of my seed beads don't fit on a standard pin. This is something of a major flaw in beads, generally. If they don't fit onto the findings - what the fuck are you supposed to do?

It would cost me more to send them back, so my plan is - use what I can and get beads from a different mob when I run out of useful ones.

Also - find a profitable use for

::inchoate groan::

There is not enough coffee in my house to help me deal with today. There may not be enough coffee in the shops to help me deal with today. The world... might have enough coffee to help me deal with today.

Why?

Because I firkin woke up at midnight and had spotty sleep thereafter. Which does not do a damn thing to assist in my feelings towards peace, love, or your average mung bean.

That on top of the trip there and

Menu

A 3621-post collection

TGIF?

Kigurumi!

Finally, mostly prepared

It's fixed!

This is why I need to be mobile

Wish me luck

Good morning

Determination

Snafu^3

Plus la Change, Plus la Meme Chose

Attack of the Lurgi

Winter has hit

URGH

SNAFU^2

::inchoate groan::