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Whelp... Here we go again.

After boxing up all of the meals - twenty-five of them, to be precise - there is one more enormous task to face.

Unfucking an entire kitchen.

This is a process that involves taking everything off the kitchen countertop, cleaning that, cleaning the stuff that goes back on, and then putting all the stuff back that belongs there.

What to do with all the stuff that doesn't belong there is the next problem.

I also have to scour my emails to see if/when Chaos' new school uniform shop is open. So Chaos can be properly turned out when school finally starts at the end of January.

I'm trying to get my output done as lickety dang split as I can. The most I've done for any of my written WIPs is a sentence each. Bluh. Trying not to feel bad about it is today's challenge.

Let's get on with that.

This is looking like one hell of a year. There are three hundred and twenty-one unique fires all over this country. A violent and misogynistic man with too much power has started another war and is calling it "de-escalation". Our world leaders think that listening to speeches is 'action', and we're obviously headed somewhere very warm in someone's hand-basket.

What a wonderful start to the new year.

Also I slept through until the morning light, so there's no stream this morning. Because

Second Day On Meds! Whee!

Also day 2 of attempting to Art every day.

I went ahead and got myself some free animation programs for my iPad and... eeesh.

The free programs always have a "pay for features you need" aspect and it's getting on my niblets because not a lot of cash flow on my end of the chain. I get it. Animation is hard, I get it.

What's so wrong about making animation just a little smidge easier for noobs like me? Please inform me

Whoopsiedoodles

Looks like I forgot to write my blog entry before I got on with my story. Again. Even when I'm back on a routine, I forget important bits. It's a concern. I'm not even fifty, yet, and I have a life loaded with what you might call Senior's Moments.

I left my compy to go get tissues and then forgot what I was out for. Until I got back to my compy and remembered my semi-permanent sniffles. Whoops.

At least I remembered

I think I made the good choice

Yesterday, since we spent most of the day on the road, I wound up VERY tired and just... slept... when I got home. Just... slump. Snore. Done until the wee small hours this very AM.

Useful for streaming, but not much else. But I did get the next five stories recorded so there is that. Even if nobody comes to watch, streaming keeps me honest.

When I'm ahead of my podcast buffer zone, I shall have to work on SESP so I

Monday Madness

The house is a mess. I have not done a lot of maintenance there. Mayhem insists that driving to the local 7-11 is going to up his hours, but I refuse point blank to do any driving lessons less than half an hour. I know damn well he only wants to get crap junk food without being in the summer heat for the time it takes to walk there and back.

I have procrastinated now for a very long time so I

Ah, Sunday.

I've been awake since half-past ten in the previous night. I have a story to write and likely a nap to catch up on. Mostly because I've been conscious for eight hours and will likely be awake for more than a few more.

Because staying focussed is not my strongest point on a Sunday morning.

I should pay some attention to what I should be doing instead of getting distracted by shiny things on the interwebs.

Let's get on with this.

Play me some Yaketty Sax

Mayhem doesn't have to work today, so that leaves a day-long time window open. Yay! Which of course means that I'm destined for the outskirts of Logan to visit MeMum and sort out her tech nonsense.

I knew I'd have to wake up really early in the AM in order to have my day job done today, so being awake at quarter to four is no big deal for me.

For those of you wondering about the prawns - we did pack

Crimbolio Eve

It's Christmas Eve, I woke up just minutes into it. Mostly because I made myself nauseated through other shenanigans.

We got our six kilos of prawns. We have a HUGE hunk of ham. We have enough veg and snackables to overload a horse, and possibly enough drinks to float it away downstream.

Good news - it's been raining! It's been raining very lightly, but it's been raining. That's taken a lot of heat out of the days. A blessing for anyone who

::Hyper-frenetic Chase Music::

It's the day for laying in supplies, storage of same, and unfucking the house without paid assistance.

If I can convince the family to do some of the storage and unfucking, I might be ahead of the game. Stop laughing at me in that tone of voice.

It's almost 6AM. I am going to try for the Instant before I go rocketting off on my assorted adventures.

I already know I'm coming home with six kilos of prawns and a big ol'

Last-minute folderol

I watched Toastyhat animate in the wee smol hours again, so already tired! Yay! I'm also out of coconut milk and should get myself a fresh supply of coconut milk and I have NO idea if Beloved is down for more shopping so close to Crimbolio.

Getting supplies close to Xmas is HELL. Candy-cane coloured, mint-flavoured, ho-ho-HELL.

I do try to have all possible supplies to stay the hell out of the shops at that time of year, but... not always possible.

Crimbolio Madness Commence!

I need to make a list. Checking it twice is not extremely mandatory, but you never know with these things.

Laying in pre-yule supplies during the last days before yule is ALWAYS some degree of fun. I am scarred for life from that one shopping trip where EVERY SINGLE SHOP was playing EVERY SINGLE VERSION EVER of The Little Drummer Boy.

When I die, I'm skipping Hell. I've already been there.

Anyway, most of the family wants money, and part of my

Whoop WHOOP!

So. We have the last household unfuckening of the year. Shortly before the biggest, messy week of the year.

Beloved is allegedly going to get their Tesla before Christmas. That's in less than five days, including today. Stir in a high chance of nothing being done on Christmas Eve and there's like three days for anything to happen, and I don't give odds for the weekend.

So... Today. Or Monday. Fun.

I have a new episode of TAZ:Graduation to listen to,

Chugging along

I just finished a stream where I recorded five stories and wrote a piece of music. I'm doing well. Tomorrow, I publish another episode of Inter-Mission for my potentially-two listeners.

It starts with one. It grows from there. Sooner or later, someone is going to do animations featuring their favourite bits.

Tuesday, I shall be editing a new episode of Inter-Mission, and since I'll probably be rat-faced by Thursday, I might not stream at all. It's pretty close to Xmas by then.

Shenanigans Resume!

Five seconds after I packed up my paints and put all my mini-painting shit away... Mayhem announced that he wanted to learn mini painting. We've gone the Cheapshit Route(tm) for practice dudes and bought a bunch of plastic army dudes.

We shall be painting them in the early morning so I don't have coffee-shakes(tm).

...speaking of coffee shakes, I should go get my meds and caffeine.

I should also get a rattle on with my writing. It's half-past nine. I

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A 847-post collection

Whelp... Here we go again.

Sigh

Second Day On Meds! Whee!

Whoopsiedoodles

I think I made the good choice

Monday Madness

Ah, Sunday.

Play me some Yaketty Sax

Crimbolio Eve

::Hyper-frenetic Chase Music::

Last-minute folderol

Crimbolio Madness Commence!

Whoop WHOOP!

Chugging along

Shenanigans Resume!