Random Chaos

Hello again. New to this series? Then I offer the words of Harold Budd to you:

However vague the unknown place or star,
From a thousand years from now
I say Hello.

 

--“Nine (A Thousand Years From Now),” Harold Budd, Colorful Fortune.

I spent the last half of my shift running around doing the Kermit happy flail dancen because

I kid, I kid.  You’re all sweethearts.  Maybe a little insane, but hey—who isn’t?

So today’s the birthday.  I’m stepping out today and having some fun—hopefully not spending too much money out there, though I’d like a crow-nib pen.  Several things have yet to be done:

·         I gotta review this new posting/archive client I’ve switched to,

·         I gotta get my hair done (this’ll probably wait until next Sunday),

·         I gotta pay a couple bills (this’ll probably wait until the last minute on Thursday), and

·         I gotta get my data retrieved (ANY TIME NOW >.>).

I’ve also got to mop the floor, but I figure that can wait until I get back home, just in case I get caught in one of the spot showers they’re expecting today.

Posting’s been screwy because the client I used to use, Windows Live Writer, has been glitchy and unusable for about a month.  Backlog entries of Pastry!Arc intended to go up over at Conchordia have been rendered unusable because for some reason, WLW has been breaking the layouts that I use.  And until I get all of my data together (out of order documents were out of order, and a few files are in the wrong place—the place that hasn’t been recovered yet), I can’t really catch up easily.  I figure I’m going to start dedicating a specific day to working on the backlog.

See what I mean?   It works right after a few lines, but then this repeats.  I’ll just keep waiting until I hear back from WLW tech support.

It’s also the last day of the sabbatical leave.  Tomorrow, I have to go back to work.  Luckily, all of my doctors are coordinating, and I’m getting the help I need.  It occurred to me yesterday that this would have happened whether I was still with my ex or not—and if I’d been with him still when this happened, he’d probably be in a big heap of trouble, since—well, yeah.  That’s drama I’d like to avoid.

In a little less than an hour, I’m out the door for some fun with Mamá—basically running around stores, talking smack about people, eating junk food, and more caffeine than is probably safe.

BIG FUN IN OTHER WORDS =D

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BECAUSE I’M GONNA CELEBRATE LIKE A FOOL.

THAT IS THE PROJECT TARGETS FILE FOR DA’ATH EXODUS. Note the green bar, the improper fraction produced by the total word count, and the BIG GLOWING GREEN SUCCESS italicized underneath the Session Target ‘bar.’
(And yes, I know the word “Success” is off-center.  Outdated software and I don’t know the first thing about this, OK?)

NaNoWriMo requires a 50K word count for win.  But this story wasn’t done in 50K.  In fact, one of the most important events hadn’t happened yet.  And so, off and on, through sickness and a vile breakup, I’ve kept writing.  And at last, the story’s as told as it’s going to be.

…at least, until the first round of EDITING *claw claw teeth-gnash CHOMP* happens.  I at last have provided an ENORMOUS uncut BRICK of stone.

Now I’m gonna catch my breath before I break out the chisel, sanding paper, and blasters.

During this project:

• A relationship went to hell.
• I got sick.
• Full recollection of That Thing I Really Don’t Want To Name set in.
• I got sick again.
• A relative died.
• I found out I’d need surgery on my leg, and soon.
• I broke up with my now-ex, who was never very supportive of the writing thing to begin with.
• I GOT SICK AGAIN.  (Seriously, am I rolling ALL ONES here on my Fortitude saves?)

But, most importantly:

I finished the shit that I started.

Now, I am going to celebrate by cooking the rice I’ve had soaking for an hour, make a couple of onigiri for work and my errands tomorrow, and prepare the groundwork for Da’ath Revelations.

Aah.  I feel good.  Now I need much eat.  Much, much eat.

Problem was, I was entirely too hyped up on what had happened to be able to focus on one thing at a time, and that included being able to write a damn thing.

The last time that I had a Saturday that was this exciting was last year, when the bus that I was on the way home from work on was being shot at at one point. Normally nothing else would be as exciting, but yesterday there was something that had me so wired that didn’t get any sleep until earlier today when my blood pressure dropped through the cellar and knocked me out.

No, not foodplay.  Get your minds out of the gutter, guys.  =P
*Also I will admit wanting to test out a new plugin for my LJ client.  So both purposes served! Whoo!

Warnings for:  GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF FOOD.
Also warnings for pictures of food.  Do not lick your screen!

I lucked out and started cooking right at the only time the lighting is decent in my apartment.  ILU, sunset!