a banger in the mouth

For a change! How about an update?

Work is work, the less said the better.

I miss my cat so much still.

I got an encouraging note from an editor who rejected a story I really love.

I'm desperately spiraling deeper into doomshipping Effie/Haymitch, but I have at least managed to claw my way out of this one before so godspeed to us all.

Still haven't found rock bottom on either Elvis or Spy.

I officially get my bachelor's degree as soon as final grades are posted, and as long as I didn't fuck up this last class too badly, I'll do it with a 4.0. Take that, past self-sabotaging self!

But for real everybody write 700k of either Effie/Haymitch or Spy Susan/Ford fic for me to read instead of sleeping or going to work OKAY GREAT GO TEAM.

I need to a) finish this VEEP fic I've been working on forever >:( b) start my scifi big bang thing. I signed up with the vague idea of a scifi!AU of Elementary, or maybe finishing that Star Trek!BBT thing I started a million years ago, or maybe the space race!SGA AU. But, uh, wow. Nope. Nothing. Nothing.



In other news there's no such thing as real life or emotions or non-robot bodies keep repeating it until it's the truth doot doot doooooot.

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lol that's not a tickybox sigh

Well, we were going to see Neil deGrasse Tyson tonight, but shitty parking and cranky passengers and now I'm eating Wendy's instead. UGH. But whatever. I see him lecture on the internet and TV all the time. Tonight would have just been bragging rights, you know? Like, what is the benefit of seeing him in person? Bragging rights. (This is the conclusion we came to in the car while waiting in traffic for about nine times longer than it should have taken to go the distance we went (and have gone for past events holy shit what parking services administrator did they piss offfff).)

I'm tired. And sad, but not about the no-astrophysics thing. I want a real job. I want employer-paid health insurance. I want my house to be not a disaster area. I want lots of things (and people!) that are just never going to happen and I want to learn how to get the fuck over stuff (and people! Okay: one person!) instead of clinging endlessly.

...it's fun how giving absolutely no details away still feels like I'm peeling off my skin and standing up in the middle of Times Square. REPRESSION \o/