Dear Diary

Happy birthday, dear Beloved

It's my Beloved's birthday tomorrow, and I have enough scratch to pay for anything they want for this weekend. Not only do I have spare spondooly from buying my laptop, but I have scratchings in the piggy bank and a willingness to make the love of my life happy for a whole weekend.

They, of course, have started their celebrations by staying up until fuckoff in the morning [2AM] and waking me up in the process. They are now having a scheduled snooze until possibly way too late.

I've been saving my scratchings for more than a year. If I present it as a year of my efforts, it's slightly more romantic. I hope.

I'm socially impaired, I have no clue if this is romantic or not, but it feels romantic to me. My Beloved puts up with these levels of bullshit on the daily, so they at least deserve the reward.

I'd better get a rattle on with my work, so I can be ready for them whenever for whatever.

I'M GETTING MY LAPPY!

It's taken a year of waiting, two years of gathering hearts on Steemit, and one new model coming out, but I. Am. THERE!

This is the first laptop that is 100% mine. Not a hand-me-down, not a shared object. MINE! Paid for with the (admittedly slow) fruits of my own labor.

I've fucking EARNED this, dear readers.

The newest Macbook Air literally costs half of what the older model did, even with all the bells and whistles included. Money that, coincidence amazes,

Dang it

Every time I get the slightest bit of optimism about our future, something else rises up to kick me in the nards. The Muppet and his supporters are up to their usual shenanigans - aka unadulterated evil.

These greedy shits are going to destroy our lives for fucking profit. The racist shits who follow them are going to be cheering the entire time. Fucking... RRRGH...

I wish I could just go up to them and slap each and every one of their

Asleep, Awake

Once again, my internal alarm clock got me conscious before dawn. Ashwagandha or no, I still have my internal alarm set to "fuck you" for reasons I probably never will be able to fathom.

It's a cycle, I know that. Be tired all day, go to bed early as possible, wake up early because I rested early. Stopping it in its tracks seems to involve having a nap-nap in the day, but... there is no time for that sort of thing.

I

I feel better now

Yesterday, I was a gold-plated grump. However, some Doctor Who and a decent nap has helped me approach life with a case of que sera sera. There's no point in getting emotional about this shit because - it does nothing.

Unless I become an overnight, international celebrity that the billionaires fawn over, then there's absolutely nothing I can say or do that will change their minds. I'm just another pleb at their mercy. Another peasant struggling to exist in this diesel dystopia

Another week

Another Monday. Another tide of depressing news. We have ten years left, as a race, to save our own lives and the people with the power to actually change things won't do it because it's not profitable.

The Muppet has a minimum of two years in office. My own political representatives are more interested in stabbing each other in the back than they are in getting anything done.

I am watching the human race shoot itself in the foot because a greedy

Welp

I got too many carbs. I ate too many carbs. I am up and over the 77 kilo line, and I pretty much should stay solidly on my diet for a fortnight, but DANG...

That was some lovely stuff.

I am also falling under the thrall of Mayhem's bug. It's a slow decline for me and, with the help of ginger tea and a lot of taking it easy, I should recover in time. Doesn't stop me feeling mildly like shit today

Here's today's PLN

First: do my work stuff.

Second: change up my Ko-Fi so my goal is New Dishwasher.

Third: add photography of the air con so ppl can marvel at it

People who visit my Ko-fi page can already see my latest haircut, by the way. I can't afford to give these folks money so that photos aren't limited to people who pay to see it. Weird how that works.

Meh. I'm just going to keep being careful about what I choose to share.

Air con at last!

I'm gonna have to change my Ko-fi goal.

That's happening soon. For now, I really should focus on doing my work, but a reader question crossed my path and I'm doing EXTENSIVE descriptions because headcannons are hard to communicate with words alone and your drawings take firkin days.

Today's story may be late because I'm writing a firkin novella in tumblr about my headcanons.

We apologise for the inconvenience.

Air Con Day!

Also cleaning day, but the prospect of unfucking the house again is not nearly as interesting as having an office I can actually work in and survive.

Chaos seems to have recovered from her lurgi, but Mayhem is taking longer to get there. He's got the rest of the week off. Chaos is back to school today with crossed fingers for her staying there without any ill effect.

The best news for the day is - the Democrats won the US House.

Delayed!

Today was supposed to be air con installation day. Except I got a phone call in the middle of my shrink appointment. One of the dudes who works there broke his wrist.

Again.

This is the trainee/apprentice/younger fellow of the crew, so I presume it's something silly like missing a rung on the ladder or something, but the appointments have to be more spaced out until the lad gets some of his dexterity back and I completely get it.

My

Early start, better finish?

I'm getting some of my work done before I'm meant to be up and about this morning. It just makes sense.

I had a scrum day, yesterday. There wasn't a moment to stop until firkin midday when the temperature in my office was too much to bear. So I had to go do everything in the bedroom and it was pure luck that I got it all done.

I am trying to get all the Patreon stuff posted as soon as I

Come on, air con!

It's getting stifling in my office. The air conditioning can't come soon enough, in my mind.

It's the 5th. I have a shrink visit tomorrow, and come Wednesday, the people come to install the air con at firkin last.

Busy half of this week, but worth it in the long run because I will no longer have time limits to work on stuff in the office.

I should be working faster but... I'm extra distracted today. This is what happens to me

That went... awful.

Here's how it went:

Write Instant story
Do the advertising for same
Go out to Bunnings and find a door
Wrestle door into tiny car
Get door to destination
Door too small >:(

Good thing I neglected to throw away the receipt and we can firkin sort out things today.

This time, we're measuring the doorway, taking those stats with us, and finding a door with a window in it for that.

Beloved and I.

Because my car is firkin tiny and theirs

Here's the PLN:

One: I write this blog.

Two: I write today's Instant

Three: I write today's TAZ prompt instant fanfic

Cee: I go out and at minimum look at doors.

Six: I faff around for the rest of today.

There's plenty to do in part six of my cunning plan. Especially since I discovered a Japanese horror master from Tumblr playing Minecraft. I've seen one episode so far and it is unbelievably cute.

...the things you find out about via Tumblr.

Ahem.

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Happy birthday, dear Beloved

I'M GETTING MY LAPPY!

Dang it

Asleep, Awake

I feel better now

Another week

Welp

Here's today's PLN

Air con at last!

Air Con Day!

Delayed!

Early start, better finish?

Come on, air con!

That went... awful.

Here's the PLN: