May 2007

This morning I go in at 10. So I get to watch Lost online and drink coffee at home… and forget things.

I knew last night that my cell phone was nearly dead, but had a headache and crashed early, and did not get it on charger. This morning I am feeding the birds and looking up last night’s lost episode, and I think, need to get cell phone charged. So I go after it.

On the way down the hall I smell cat box, and stop to clean it. In the kitchen, I make coffee and rinse some dishes. Fend off the cats, one of which licked my head every hour for most of the night and kicked my face this morning having a kitty panic attack. Come back to finish Lost. Realize I left the phone in my purse. Go get it, plus bluetooth headset, and come back - only to find that I had gotten phone plus the little round pill case I carry sudafed and headache meds in. Go back to return pill case and get headset.

I can imagine what this is leading up to. I’ll leave the house, forget my car key, go back. Get to the garage door, forget coffee, go back. Get to the car, realize I left the phone on the charger, go back. Get to the intersection, realize I left my shoes, go back….

I got to wondering how much progress I’m making on various projects.

Captain & Counselor/Voyager fic:

Parallax rewrite:

Unexpected (tentatively titled C&C fic; sequel to Parallax):

Girl Mad as Birds:

I really don’t know if 100,000 is the end of the fic; most of my stuff is over when it’s over. I’m assuming the sequel to On the Madhouse Boards is a novel, hence the higher word count goal. For perspective, Unexpected is 97 pages in my word processor right now. Sort of a novella.

I thought ‘champagne.’ I typed ’shampoo.’

Curse you, brain.

Only I would get into a row with co-workers over whether ‘obstreperous’ is a word.

“It’s not in the dictionary!”

Me: “Yes. It is.”

*pages through* “Oh… my… gawd. ‘noisy and difficult to control.’”

“Hey, that’s me!”

Me: “Yes. It is. Hence my usage of the term.”

“How do you even know that word?”

Me: siiiiiiigh. “Floccinaucinihilipilification!”

O_O O_o

Me: “Yes. It is a word.”

I couldn’t wait for that week to end. All the workers are gone, the roof looks good, the back patio cleaned up, the fans and blowers gone, the carpet tacked down, and life is back to normal.

Just in time to have a Saturday. Of course, I’m broke, so it’s me and the library books. What’s up with gas prices? Up ten cents, down ten cents, up again next week. Wreaks havoc on the budget. If only we had decent public transportation.

I may have to find lodging closer to work, at this rate. Biking or walking sounds like it would make life easier. Car still necessary for shopping, but it would probably take the fuel cost down to 30-40 per month rather than per week.

1. breathing (harder than it sounds - allllllergieeeees)
2. sleeping (harder than it sounds - people pounding on roof for hours)
3. not stabbity-stab-stabbing or throwing things at people pounding on roof

… you came home and flushed a toilet, then discovered both bathrooms were an inch deep in water. Which resulted in a soaked carpet, a call to the management, and a plumber at the door at 10 pm.

… you fasted for 12 hours, had no breakfast or coffee(!), got four blood draws in two hours (within a hair’s breadth of the last puncture, no less), and an upset stomach due to the icky glucose they made you drink. Then went to work to deal with the most resistant clients EVAH.

… you got involved in a promising show that featured actors from Alias (Ron! Rifkin! and that Getty fella), Calista Flockhart (still anorexic after all these years), Tom Skerrit (always the dad), Six Feet Under, and Sally (You like me!) Field, and the climax of the very first episode hits, and … the cat wants ATTENTION NOW STUPID HUMAN PET MEEEEEEEE. And then she ignores you for the rest of the night.

… plumber’s still thumping around. ARG. Head hurts. BLEH.

And tomorrow, someone will be here to suck the water out of the carpet. And put shingles on the roof.

Can there be one more thing broken? I will then feel like one of those folks on This Old House. Only renting.