I'm Run Off My Arse

This time, I'm running about because (a) I found my iWatch after months of searching and (b) the thing's been on its charger for days and yet (c) just won't frelling take in any power.

So I have to make a pilgrimage to the nearest Apple store [Chermside] and hang around until someone deigns to see me about the bloody thing.

On the plus side, I guess I can price a new compy while I'm there. Even though, at the current rate of income, it's going to take me a century to save up.

And now it's time for me to stake out for Chaos' bus. At least I get some art done while I wait.

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

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