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Chaos is due to seek help in Maroochydore again. And it's one heck of a long-ass trip there and back. The sooner that the nearer clinic has help for her, the better.

The metallic sharpies have a nib width that's too wide for legible printing, so Beloved and I went on an emergency run to Officeworks by way of Spotlight for something a little narrower. So now we won a double brace of metallic gel pens that are, quite frankly, made of awesome.

$500 3D printer + $5 gel pen + 50c zip tie == firkin genius.

We're still in the testing stage, and the bed needs straightening, but it is most definitely there.

Once it's all working, I can print fifty, bifircate them, punch holes in them, and have one hundred cards almost ready for shipping. We just need a rig to assist in the folding.

I want my first products to look as professional as if they'd come out of a factory, instead of off my kitchen table. This might bite me in the arse, later on... but I think looking professional will get me return business.

Meanwhile, once I'm done with today's story... I will be taking my lappy with me so I can work on something while I'm out. I'm putting together my nut notes for my upcoming WIP, Beauties and the Beastly. A steampunk adventure with werewolves, genderfluid heroes, gays that live, and assorted nonsense.

It's based [very loosely now] on that gifset that shows Victorian ladies how to escape werewolves with perfume and petticoats. I might yet have a scene like it in the book. Someone find it for me so I can link it tomorrow?

I really want to be able to start making earrings on Monday. I have a plausible workspace set up. I just need to sort all my beads, findings, and whatnot before tomorrow.

If I can put in a minimum of two hours' work a day on designs, then that means stock in abundance. I know that if I put in too many hours at jewellery, my body pays for it.

I'm in the last stretch of bead sorting. Which means that I've

Miss Chaos is turning eleven in a little over a week. Her fondest wish is to see Steam Powered Giraffe. That's more than a little beyond our means, right now.

The best I can do for her is to fill her iPad with as much Steam Powered Media as I can.

Her second prize, "purple sparkles", is going to manifest in some hand-crafted jewellery. As soon as I find something suitably purple and sparkly. Fellow relatives are welcome to find as many

Today's a relatively quiet day. In that I get to spend a majority of it at home and writing.

BUT, I'm also taking the family to get stuck in the arm this afternoon.

Not something to look forward too, really, but it's something that must be done.

On the scrattle news, thirteen of my nineteen separate parcels are on their way from Asia to me. I should be able to track them, come next week. Alas, since it is free postage, I

I woke up at 3AM again.

This time, I'm keeping a journal of my wakings and potential causes. See if there's a pattern. Confirm or deny what I already suspect.

And what I suspect is - my brain is its own worst enemy.

When I woke this morning, a weird dream turned into a real logistics battle in my head and then my thoughts wouldn't shut the fuck up. So I got up and worked on some fanfic because trying to go