Less crap.

Seems the trans isn't completely shot. However, it's blown a gasket somewhere in the middle, and the whole thing will have to be removed in order to do a $1 repair. You have no idea how annoying this is. Better than the alternative, though.

Still, if his car ever leaks fluid again and it takes him six weeks to care, I'm tying him naked to the side of our chimney. In February.

Well, crap.

The Import's car's AC needs a new compressor, and now the transmission's shot.

There goes Christmas.

Retail Hell

Getting up to work retail on Black Friday is much, much easier after you've had good, long snuggles with three separate cats. Apparently, the "black" part indicates one of the kitties.

Ahh.

It's amazing what a new purple bra can do for your self image.

Website Stuff and Things

In order to put off cleaning the kitchen (hey, I'm doing laundry, at least), I've made some actual updates to my website. I still need to seriously update the links page--adding all of my fellow Colleen clients, unless anyone objects--but I've got my Works to Date updated, as well as some bio info. Most of the bio info is about the cats, because the cats are, obviously, the most important thing in my life. (Baby's asleep by my chair. I don't want to wake and enrage her by saying anything else.)

In other news, I've washed every dirty towel in the house, thrown some blankets in the washer, and completely ignored the train wreck in the kitchen sink. Given that I just took my mtx (methotrexate) dose last night, I think I'm doin' pretty darn well.

In sewing machine news, I'm trying to decide between an amazing sewing-only machine, or a fairly bare-bones sewing-and-embroidery machine. The first comes with a walking foot (yes, this is a big deal), but the second is an embroidery machine. Machine embroidery is crack. I want a high-end sew-emb machine, but that'll have to wait until I've sold some novels.

Which reminds me, I need to get my butt in gear. Editing, ho!

Ohhhhh. =)

I just had a long, kisses-packed snuggle with my Precious Baby Angel. =) Stinky kitten kisses are the best!

Actual Word Count

I'm almost 2,700 words into a re-write of a novella. I'm paring it down to novelette length. This doesn't sound like much, but it's the most new writing I've felt up to in months.

Ending now. In the zone, and I'm not very pleasant to be around right now.

Open Letters to the Most Important Person In My Life

Dear Self,

Eight. Thirteen. See the difference? Please note that someone who is the latter should not act like the former. Now go back, re-work about six chapters, and fix this thing.

But go easy, mmkay? It is Tuesday, after all.

No real love, but a bit of lenience,

Me

***

Dear Self,

It's Tuesday. You know what that means. No running out to get yarn (never mind your pile of knitting waiting to be finished--on deadline, I might add). You need to eat some breakfast, but go easy. The last thing you need is to play Vomit Cannon in the living room. Crowley is much better at it, and he's cute enough to get away with it. (Especially when you're in the middle of saying, "How did they ever fit so much handsome into one cat?" Seriously, where is a video camera when you need one?)

You know full well you're exhausted. Now go and rest. Keep the yoga and the eating to a minimum, since you're feeling urpy again. And please, stop laughing so hard you cry. Cat puke isn't that hilarious (okay, it is), but remember, you're the one who gets to clean it up.

GO REST!

Me

Looking up.

I managed to play Wii Fit for the first time in more than three weeks tonight. I'm exhausted for it, but it's not the hideous, crippling, agonised exhaustion I've had lately. I'm not even sore, though that could be due to the 100mg of Ultram I necked back earlier. I need to take another 100mg before bed so I can manage at work tomorrow. Still, improvement is improvement. Huzzah for methotrexate!

This tune may change tomorrow night, mind. I ramp up to full maintenance dose, and may spend Election Day hugging a bucket. It won't be nearly enough to keep me away from my polling place, but I suspect my watch party will involve pizza, OJ punch, and MSNBC. (OJ punch is just orange juice--sometimes with pineapple and/or mango--mixed with Sprite and a dash of Rose's lime juice. It's nummy, and downright healthy if you use Sprite Zero.)

Going to finish reading a chapter on LLTD, then get some sleep.

Also? Finished the last three eps of the most recent series of Doctor Who. OMG so, so good. I was very nearly crying by the end. If a mysterious blue box ever lands in front of my house, well, expect these posts to get a lot more interesting.