Unfucking Stuff

I shall be attempting to do a very fast story today. All so I can hold Chaos' hand and try to get her into the process of getting the disability pension. Which is going to take five-freaking-ever but we WILL get there. So help me.

I'll be getting story done in between helping with the centrelink mess. So far, it's been finding the right links and getting the process done so that we can start the NEXT process.

The current process is just getting Centrelink linked to her MyGov, and getting the relevant ID up in there.

Not helped by Centrelink up and deciding it doesn't like using its own goddamn Over18 Card.

It's never easy, and it's never easy on purpose. Shadow eugenics in action, my lovelies.

Meanwhile, I have tangled muscles making random movements painful as hell. I need antidepressant sugar, but I'm broke as hell until the weekend.

Adapting is off for consideration once more. On its second-last chance before getting exposed to the Promptcast crew.

Story when I can get it out there.

I think I forgot to advertise the weekly blog, yesterday. I can get onto that today.

Adapting got the boot yesterday, so now I'm flinging that at another agent before I get a rattle on with other business.

Which apparently includes writing this blog entry.

Nevertheless, Adapting is away again and I am hoping for the best. One more round and I throw it at the writing group to see (a) what it needs, (b) where I could put it, and (3)

I got shit sorted this morning! I fed the starter, cleaned my humidifier [I didn't know it needed to be cleaned when fed filtered water whatevs] remembered the catbox in the laundry and helped a friend check over a story they were doing for a thing.

I even remembered to email MeMum. Yay.

This is not a direct result of having a "get outta bed" alarm, but rather my brain misfiring and thinking I had one for today. No! I turned that