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Not a good day so far

Good news: Beloved managed to fit that rusty old BBQ into the skip. They requested that we pick up the scrattle from a nasty patch in the yard in return.

Bad news:

  • I cut my thumb on the first piece of metal I tried to pick up
  • There were so many road works on the way to Mayhem's school that we were nearly late despite taking off early
  • I almost accidentally shoplifted a chocolate bar during my mission to pick up brown vinegar and peppercorns
  • And I kept fucking up the change for that exchange as well.
  • Also discovered that there are seemingly infinite layers of corflute underneath our grass that may just outlast the things that came in it.
  • My scanner doesn't
  • And it looks like my main compy is going to die

I have back-ups of everything, which is cool for my anxiety. The thorn in my side this time is that this compy is the very first computer that I purchased for myself out of money I'd earned.

This compy was an accomplishment. See this? It's all mine. I'm not beholden to anyone because it exists in my space.

It's going to cost around Aus$4K to get a halfway decent replacement1, and I've only just got Aus$5 from my first and only patron on Patreon.

I'd really like to earn the money to buy the next one, but it doesn't look like that could happen in the rest of my lifetime, right now.

I has the sad.

  1. I checked the Apple store online and prices are "from" $1.2K, but I've never seen any for less than $4K at the nearest Apple store. ↩

Even Mor Busy

[AN: This was yesterday's slice of life that somehow didn't get published when I clicked "publish now". You can see why I didn't notice.]

Let's see now...

  • Brat run
  • Vinnies run
  • Fetch coconut balsamic
  • Prep dinner [done!]
  • Instant story
  • Blog [in progress]
  • 500 words
  • Patreon rewards
  • Next shot for SESP
  • Teacher interviews at Mayhem's school

...and absolutely NO time for myself, today.

Did get Beloved to promise to sort out the boxes in the kitchen hallway. I have my sights firmly on

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Almost there

There's just a few wood scraps waiting for their destiny in the skip. We got a majority of the sheer volumes of crap GONE.

Our yard no longer looks like a disaster zone. The patio concrete is firkin filthy, and that won't change any time soon. Sadly.

There's still mountains of Beloved's crap to deal with, but they're going to run out of excuses or get tired of my asking one day and just deal with it.

Or I could shove every

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Almost Unfucked

The double volume of the new, bigger skip has eaten the rubbish from the carport, the rubbish from the patio, and the dead trampoline that managed to break our reciprocating saw.

There's still a few specks of scrattle from the carport. Specks that are a meter by two meters of plate metal and weigh more than I can lift...

They're specks compared to the sheer, enormous volume of the other shit, okay?

In other news: I have a new game to occupy

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Slow-ish start

It's the weekend, and despite our best-laid PLNs to finish tidying up the yard rubbish, it's almost 11AM and my Beloved has yet to get out of bed.

Not that I'm enamoured of heavy lifting, per se, but I'd rather get the onerous stuff over with, you know?

But I have done my Instant first and I plan to nudge Beloved after I'm done with the advertising cycle.

Beloved's doing a three-day fast, starting yesterday. That's their pln. For the uninitiated, fasting

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I didn't wanna...

Didn't wanna get up, but I got up.

Didn't wanna organise the kids, but I organised them.

Didn't wanna get going, but I got going.

And now I don't wanna do the brat run, vinnies run, two hours of cleaning and unfucking, instant story, blast scheduling, one thousand words, and the Patreon stuff. But I gotta do it anyway.

This weekend promises to be some form of interesting. We have a bigger skip to fill and the shit scattered on the patio

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Mor busy

  • Brat run
  • Vinnies run
  • Doctor's appointment

And then I can get on with writing and animating SESP, drawing more SESP, and maybe even having some time to myself to fart around a bit.

I did get as far as some basic calculations using Quicktime and the time stamps and a lot of math. Today, I'll see how well that went.

The process for finding this out is:

  1. Export flash file
  2. Play flash file
  3. If perfect, stop, else goto 4
  4. Scream in anguish
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Relative lassitude

Completely forgot about a parental/teacher talk, yesterday. A process that involved me derping about it and then a mad dash up to Chaos' school to talk about stuff in relation to her education.

Since they're doing poetry and rhyming, I was able to sell Steam Powered Giraffe to one of the teachers there. I might be making some more fans, sometime soon.

It'll be so much fun to have someone to nerd out with.

Today, for a change, I have nothing

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More running around

This time, it's for me. I'm finally checking my blood for all lipids after literal months of procrastination.

Also getting medication.

After that, I have to find out what's happening with the skip, because the one that we got yesterday is already full.

And there's still literal piles of garbage in our yard.

I have no idea what we're going to do about that.

I am whittling down the things we're donating one load at a time during the brat run. If

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Another busy day

Visiting relatives. In an effort to prevent the day-after colliwobbles, I'm packing my own food and drink. Two bottles of filtered water. Two bottles of Keto Sports. Boiled eggs. Cheese. And some chicken if Chaos hasn't devoured it all.

If not, there should be some salami sticks left.

If not that, then I'm just going to have cheese and eggs all firkin day. I'll see what veggies we have and do something with them so I can have fibre. This won't be

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A Nice Day Off

I am not getting dressed [Well, not in street clothes]. I am not doing much past the Instant I do every day, and posting yesterday's Patreon stuff because I ran out of time and energy to do it yesterday.

But I deserve a break because I got the garage from this:

[Shown here: Garage space with the Tut's Tomb Before Carnarvon Got At It vibe]

to this:

[Shown here: Garage space where you can actually see the floor. There is still some

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OMG it's too late

I tried asking. I tried explaining. I tried flat-out telling my Beloved to do the thing.

Beloved.

Just WON'T.

Help.

Unfuck the garage.

I told them, because the cleaning company told me, that any extra time on the unfuckening in there would end up costing us more than the usual. I did not tell Beloved that I'd already taken money out of the other bank account to cover the cost of tomorrow.

Maybe I should have. I still have today. So does

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Unfuckening incipient

I've just been informed that the garage unfucking will cost $90 extra, which I am taking out of the other banking account because (a) I have it there and (b) the way our budget is, we can't afford to do it any other way.

I also owe Mayhem more money for services rendered.

In health news, the soonest I can see my preferred quack is next Monday. The good news is that I haven't had a major asthma flare-up in a long

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Can I breathe now?

This morning was havok.

I'm still doing Chaos' hair up in a series of chained topsy tails in order to prevent little creatures. And that segmenting, combing, and topsy-ing takes a fair whack out of my warning.

Getting Beloved to help out on a regular day is not exactly effective.

This morning, Mayhem showed me a fuckoff huge hole that he had in his pants. Right in the crotch zone. He'd popped the seam -I'm not asking how- so it was theoretically

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