real life

Mayhem's school hasn't called, so I am theoretically able to do an errand. Yes, folks, after Chaos is off on her bus, I am loading my car with recycling bags, and turning them in at the depot box at the local bottle-o.

Considering how much soft drink we go through, you'd think they'd pop a few of these things near grocerers. But no, you got to have a drinking problem to get your ten cents per drink container.

Since I'm out doing that, I might as well get my money for the week... which I forgot to do Monday. I am a dummins.

All I have to do is remember to actually leave the house after Chaos is off for the day.

Not easy.

I've forgotten that for two days in a row.

Wish me luck.

Exams are over for Mayhem, which means he's home from school. I've called it in at the office and reminded them that I am ready to haul his arse up there if he still has things undone.

I anticipate a phone call tomorrow.

Today, I shall try to get my Patreon stuff out in time, as well as the usual nonsense and -barring a phone call- attempt to recycle the MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF RECYCLING we have just waiting to cash in.

Ten

I had fully-formed plans to go nowhere and do nothing. BUT...

We're out of cream. We're out of cheese wedges. We're almost out of ice cream. We really should restock the seaweed supply. The kittycats need more gooshie foods... and I don't have money for all of it.

Sigh.

Beloved is out on work today and will be having a day off later in the week because Spring Carnival is a bitch.

Tomorrow, luck being with me, I shall go out and

Once again, the internet outage was just long enough to be homicidally annoying. I usually give the nice peeps in charge of our interwebs until the next day to get the digits out of their orifii, and it actually works.

Plus, let's face it, I was busy as hell during most of yesterday.

Mayhem is back to school and so is Chaos, so I might just have a time window in which to record some stories and maybe edit some Inter-Mission for

We have another game night tonight and I am excited to try some SOLID GOLD BULLSHIT that I've made up for this event. Basically, our crew is stuck without a clue and desperate to find the Macguffin that don't want to be found, so I'm'a try some Divine Inspiration to see if the DM is going to hand us a bone.

I have a whole ritual plotted out including a partial filk of this thing because serious bits should always be peppered

At least this time I had enough shit together to get the bins out before the early arrival of the rubbish peeps. Huzzah.

Everything else may literally fall apart but I have that handled. I've GOT this, and my knees are already grateful.

I've done things. I have things to do, and I might just have a handle on them. I got the Instant to get out there, and five hundred to one thousand words in KOSBOB to write... and that's it.