Yup, I'm still a Scrivener enby, but right now it's not on the computer I'm using. I plan on fixing that soon though. Right now I'm waiting for the other rig is free of pestilence. I need to see if I can actually have two installs. Currently my tools are FocusWriter and ZenWRiter. FocusWriter is free, but there are features on ZenWriter that sometimes make it more ideal for things. The ambient music, for one, that evolves in time with what you're putting down.
DP seems to just like being there in the process, but he WILL headbutt me, or the phone, or the computer, at any time he thinks there isn't enough attention being paid to him. As aggravating as it is sometimes, he has one of those faces where he'll do something and when you look at his face, you can't be mad. (What's the tortie's name? :D )
They're...bedbugs.
AGAIN.
They freaking followed me here out of my stuff, and now the couch is Pestilence Couch mk. 2, because I'd at the time quarantined myself to it to make sure they didn't get to other parts of the house. Fortunately, the couch itself is broken in three places (failed springs) and the easy part comes soon: getting it straight out of the house entirely. After that, it's a laundry sweep, a good vacuuming with the Shark, and getting the professionals in to FUCKING GAS those little fucks.
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Date: 2021-02-06 12:01 am (UTC)Yup, I'm still a Scrivener enby, but right now it's not on the computer I'm using. I plan on fixing that soon though. Right now I'm waiting for the other rig is free of pestilence. I need to see if I can actually have two installs. Currently my tools are FocusWriter and ZenWRiter. FocusWriter is free, but there are features on ZenWriter that sometimes make it more ideal for things. The ambient music, for one, that evolves in time with what you're putting down.
DP seems to just like being there in the process, but he WILL headbutt me, or the phone, or the computer, at any time he thinks there isn't enough attention being paid to him. As aggravating as it is sometimes, he has one of those faces where he'll do something and when you look at his face, you can't be mad. (What's the tortie's name? :D )
They're...bedbugs.
AGAIN.
They freaking followed me here out of my stuff, and now the couch is Pestilence Couch mk. 2, because I'd at the time quarantined myself to it to make sure they didn't get to other parts of the house. Fortunately, the couch itself is broken in three places (failed springs) and the easy part comes soon: getting it straight out of the house entirely. After that, it's a laundry sweep, a good vacuuming with the Shark, and getting the professionals in to FUCKING GAS those little fucks.