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Chocolate-day eve

It's going to be a real fun chocolate day because it co-incides with mum-in-law's birthday and I don't know if we got her anything. I know what she wants, I just don't know if (a) I can afford it and (b) if we can get it in time.

Squeaky bum time, folks.

I found another $2 coin, so there's a chance I could afford the thing of her dreams. Gain some brownie points and maybe trade those for her good favour when I'm trapped at the family meal/party.

Caveat - I have to get dressed in real clothes :P

I've been enjoying the slob life, yesterday. I plan on enjoying it a little bit more during the school holidays. I must be a real yobbo at heart, despite my hippie-ish leanings.

Or maybe I like giving my body a chance to heal from all the underwear scars.

I got in some really good Minecraft time, and kept up with my daily doodle... all is going well.

Which means you don't get a really long entry about my life. Heheh. Maybe I should do some philosophy on days like this.

Climbing back up...

My mood's improved a lot. Yay. I'm not back up to 'normal', but I can feel I'm close.

Snuggle time and bubble time should help. And since it's a public holiday, I like my chances.

The general theism behind today says I shouldn't be working? I think? But I have a work schedule and the Powers once indicated I should be writing. Hint: never ask the Powers for a clear and undeniable sign. You WILL get one.

For the record - they're

Erastide Eve

It's the Thursday before Good Friday and we still haven't got ourselves any hot cross buns. I haven't looked at my bank account, either, because I suspect it's heinous how little we have.

On the plus side - semi-religious observances for four days means we won't be doing shit until payday.

And then - I shall negotiate at least dragging Chaos out to the cinemas to watch Zootopia. Because I want to see it.

I suspect I missed the boat on Deadpool

Good News, Bad News, and Continuing Hassles

Good news: My favourite band in the entire world, Steam Powered Giraffe [Buy all their stuff, they're worth it] has announced an upcoming album called Quintessential. It promises to be the albumest album that ever albumed.

Bad News: it's dropping somewhere between September and December.

Good News: I know what I want for Yulemas :D

Bad News: Unless I get it for myself, I probably won't get it :P

Continuing hassles: I am The Right Honourable Broke Brokerson of Brokestoke.

Kind contributions

My spleen overfloweth...

I get a lot of pent-up feelings. Possibly due to me biting my tongue and bottling things up for WAY too long, until the pressure is too much and I just vomit acidic words in random directions.

And the most recent cause is usually the biggest recipient.

I should be trying to find a way to politely express my exasperation, but when I'm feeling horrible, I just can't. I'm rude. I'm vicious. I'm... downright nasty.

And I know damn well I shouldn't

Technical Difficulties...

I just this morning noticed something gone major league agley with my numbering system. I basically forgot how to do N+1.

This is going to frell up anyone who's looking for my stuff by old links, but I don't think many people do. The architecture is there in my main site, so all should be well.

Not that it really matters, right now. The aren't many people who view my page at all, so not many folks were inconvenienced.

All the

Aaaaahhhh...

If there's one thing better for the soul than a nice hot bubble bath, it's a nice hot bubble bath that Beloved invites themselves along to.

Mmmmmm... nice warm snuggly bubbly cuddly times...

I talked over a lot of my Gottadoits as well. Beloved has good advice that stops me stressing out over the little things. And chief amongst the little things is correcting the mistakes and ignoring the commentary. Unless something is obviously and humongously bad and at least two readers

Vote early, vote often

There's electoral kerfuffle around the world, it seems. Out here in sunny Queensland, in the wilds of Burpengary East, there's not only a national referendum, but a mayoral and council election.

Referendum - for the Americans in the audience - is where the politicians ask the entire nation a question and we answer 'yes' or 'no'. The most of either wins.

Currently, our political representatives get three years to fuck us around before they have to pretend to be nice in order

Owie owie ow ow ow...

There's a reason why my fanbot is one good sneeze away from falling apart. It's because I feel that way far too often for my own comfort and security.

For instance: This morning, I woke up with a grinched hip.

My right hip can move in all the ways it's supposed to, it's just that it's firkin uncomfortable to do so. Which means that, once again, I will not be going for my daily walk.

I need to get back into good

Soldiering on

Something here is, I swear, that does not like me enjoying my life.

Yesterday morning, I forgot that I had to go on the Leyland's Tour to get Chaos some of the metal help she needs. The kid's wound tighter than an obsessive persons' clock. I can't really fathom why, Beloved and I spoil the spots off her.

Anyway. On top of that nonse, I also had to do my regular nonse, which included the monotonous and thankless task of linking up

Well crap

My usual sleepy-time medication, a herbal anti-anxiety mix, failed and I woke up at 3AM today. I've been fighting it for an hour, but once I'm awake, I'm awake.

So I surrendered and prepared for today, only to find a whole bunch of vehicle related bills on my desk. Including a (gasp) speeding ticket! So I hate myself now because I'm usually so very good at keeping to the limit or just under it by 1kph.

And it's worse because Beloved took

::Zombie noises::

I've had the second shitty night in a row and that sort of thing is never good for me. My spoons are at a minimum. My entire day is going to be "Can't be arsed, gotta do it anyway" with a side order of slow, uncomfortable moaning.

Good thing Steam Powered Giraffe is there to help my limited powers of concentration and at least keep me in the same plane of reality.

Also good thing - Beloved has taken a shine to

I'm going slightly mad...

Now that my BEST HOLIDAY is over [I still want more!] I have to get back to the daily slog of getting things Out There.

I'm adding a menu to last year's Year of Instants, which is kind of laborious because it involves lots of back and forth. And when I'm done, I still have to make sure the fonts all line up, blablabla...

I'm also -FINALLY- putting up Free Baby for Amazon Exclusive status.

And then I shall be seeking out

Waiting for things to be organised

I should be getting used to this. My entire life has been waiting, more or less, for others to catch up. When I want to do something, I am entirely gung-ho about it. I will fly completely off the handle and be hell for leather about preparing.

Meanwhile, everyone else is like that tortoise from Merrie Melodies.

Which makes me stress out because the thing I am doing feels like the most important thing in the world to me.

Free Baby has

Quietly dribbling

Beloved has shown me a lovely site called Ali Express which also comes with an app to shop with. I am under oath not to buy anything until we have money to spare again.

And in a total fit of insanity, I'm plotting to do some pride-flag clip-ons, so I've been looking up the assortments of seed beads.

Let me tell you about seed beads. They are tiny. They are most often glass. They are an absolute pain in the canker to

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Chocolate-day eve

Climbing back up...

Erastide Eve

Good News, Bad News, and Continuing Hassles

My spleen overfloweth...

Technical Difficulties...

Aaaaahhhh...

Vote early, vote often

Owie owie ow ow ow...

Soldiering on

Well crap

::Zombie noises::

I'm going slightly mad...

Waiting for things to be organised

Quietly dribbling