kjata: mass effect 2 (secret hero of these poems)
playing Dragon Age: Origins. Duncan was a babe, but I've moved on to Alistair because he plays with my dog. in googling which gifts go to who I discovered what kind of fucked-up endings can happen with him if you're not playing a Human Noble, so I'm just chilling and figuring out where to go from here.


[insert rant about old white dude coming out to the land and feeling entitled to tell me what I can and cannot do with my life here]

said old white dude stomped off like a prissy little bitch when I told him to change his tone while he was talking to my mother, that she does not deserve being berated by him, so whatever you fucker, get off my land.

still have to jump through old white dude's hoops though because my mother forgot to send in the money for the land, and now we're on the verge of being foreclosed on. AGAIN. lolololol I want to die.


not getting writing done because of aforementioned hoops and also because I have to do a lot of shit outside in the small spurts of shade we get during the day. I've had a migraine nonstop since I posted the last fic, tbh, and that hasn't helped much. the only reason I'm playing DA:O is because the camera control via keyboard slows the swing down enough that it doesn't exacerbate things. which is good? but also doesn't help with productivity.

just took a benadryl for the itching/sneezing/post-nasal, so I should pass out in a couple hours. it is now raining for the first time in two weeks, whoopie. guess I'll go see about killing the zombie horde or whatever is pouring out of that castle, blah.


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kjata: muppets (only time will tell if i'll allow)
12/5/2017 wordcount: 725

My pinch hit goes live tonight, so I'm biting my nails a full twelve hours beforehand ofc. Three more chapters are outlined to tag on after they're fully written, and I guess that is when I'll bother posting the link here. So not immediately after my name is attached to the work-- which is the 20th?-- but some indefinite point in the future when the story is done beyond a clumsy one-shot wrap-up.

And there's going to be a separate story follow-up to that, also, because I can't leave well enough alone. Oh well, I wanted to write original work for MYWYN this year, and though it's a bit late to start I might as well steady on. Though hopefully this story won't take 80k to tell in total. That would be a bit overkill even for me.


Mother is in ER. This is planned, her nephrologist told her if the antibiotics don't make her feel SUPER GREAT BETTER by today then she was to go to the ER where they will find her a bed and hook her up to an IV with a custom-made drug to attack the infection. But still- she's in the ER, and ugh.

At least this is a different hospital than her usual, because the Doctor moved offices and switched where he has privileges, and so far no one has accused her of faking. Which the last ER doctor did after she had been brought in via ambulance during a stroke.

JFC, the medical community in this country. You get some gems, but most of them are assholes looking to victimise the easy marks :/
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