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) if it's really worth all the effort to be honest.
I used to have high hopes for this book, but now it's all depressing.
I think my sugar allowance is low. All it took to cheer me up yesterday was two pancakes with homemade dulce de leche. So it may happen to be that I need a certain amount of sugar for quality of life.
I'll find a supply of cheap, individually-wrapped sugar in order to keep me sane and balanced. Not daily sugar. Emotional regulatory sugar. So when I get down, I allow myself to have a sweetie.
I have directed Chaos to a mob that should help her get on the disability pension. I'll be checking on her later. I've explained to Mayhem why extra income is necessary and told him to do what he must to get some.
Further bulletins as events warrant.
BUT - my main compy is unfucked. I had a logjam in my boot sequence which has now been firmly unriddled. The downside is that it means I can't use my art tablet until the drivers are updated.
I'll have to ask Adorable how to check on when that sort of thing will be available again.
Later. I am late for icing my ankle, and I need to make the hydration formula, and I need to put myself on the machine again.
Story sometime soonish.