Disorganised Today - Datorganised Tomorrow

The Sunday I feared is actually happening next week. The wedding attendance is happening tomorrow. And I was up at arse-crack in the morning to watch art happening on a stream session because I'm that addicted to Toasty's work.

I have a money run, house unfuckening, and all the usual output to put out. But the good news is that I've already done my 500 words today so I have more time for fartin' about.

Yay.

I'm still painfully aware that I have muscles in my butt, but I do possess most of my flexibility again, so that's a win for today.

I will approach other wins as they happen.

For instance - now that I know my equipment hates the wifi where I play D&D, I have taken steps to ensure that I can fully log in to Discord on all my devices no matter where I am. Yay. No more of that bullshit.

On with more of my bullshit.

Well shoot. I really need to edit that episode because a new one's gonna be published TOMORROW and oh my goodness what a mess.

I also need to find time to get Chaos some regulation pants. So that promises to be "fun".

I'm going to do everything I can and hope the windows align. Hope the money lasts. Hope for deliverance (cha cha cha).

I seriously have to get my shit together.

A kitty's due to have some jabs today. Mayhem also wishes to get some underpinnings we can get for cheap. So today promises to be... hectic. Especially since he's due to work potentially soon after the underpinnings shenanigans.

Boy insists on wearing a hecking huge winter coat to conceal his uniform and I SWEAR he's gonna get heat stroke or something because Aussie summers SUCK. But of course he swears he's fine and doesn't need me fretting and oh my gosh, he's

back on my bullshit

It's school time again and Mayhem is entering his last term. Hopefully he's still looking for part-time work to help fill the family coffers.

It's not his fault that the job market is so scarce. Late stage capitalism sucks major balls. Content creation for pennies on the hour might be all that he has, poor dear.

It's a Cleaning Day, and a Patreon Day, and I'm trying to do all my other nonsense... so yeah. Busy 'Nutter.

I'm

Tomorrow, at one in the firkin morning, Toasty is doing an art livestream. This is interesting for me because I'm going to be USELESS on Monday. Which, I might add, is also a grand unfuckening because the cleaners took a holiday this week.

I did initially try to keep the household organised, but the usual entropy has asserted itself because I went down with the lurgi.

Ugh.

It's going to cost me $300 next week and I am not sure whether or

My Friendo's funeral is happening soon. Not too soon, just... soon. There's probably going to be three days of radio silence or a reasonable impersonation thereof. Frankly, I'll count myself lucky if I can keep the Instants going out.

So much to do in-between.

My car is having coolant issues, so I have to do something about that. The Doctor's office gave me the number for Q-Tax, and I have to do something about that... I have to pack...

At least now,

Chaos starts swimming lessons, this week. I'm 1000% for. Anything that could plausibly save my little darlings' lives gets my vote. Since the lessons happen on Wednesday, that's moved up her tuck shop day to Tuesday.

That's happening this week.

The TangleBag(tm) now has starter walls. It's quicker to do the walls than it is to do the base because trebles are no longer involved. I've gone through three circuits since yesterday and it's starting to look like a wibbly wobbly

I got a lot to do, of course. Another unfuckening of the house. Another Instant. Another 500 words. Another TAZ flash fanfiction.

Maybe I really am writing like I'm running out of time. Given the way the world is increasingly funked up, headed for assorted disasters - do you blame me?

I only have this life and I'm past my family average halfway point. Barring accidents and whatnot, I have my own lifetime left. Less than that.

If nothing else, I should

I give myself too many projects when I'm bored. Then I run out of time to do them because I overcommit to things. Then I burn out and get depressed and don't do any firkin thing.

It's a cycle. I'm trying not to ride it downhill this time around.

HAM only works when you have uninterrupted half-hours to do things. It's great for my day structure when there is no structure. When I gotta organise myself around other shit... it's not so