...I actually cooed OUT LOUD, out of completely involuntary reflex, at several points. And I've been getting my daily dose of unbearable cute from a cat who's made a very cynically manipulative mastery of the art of Getting Away With Murder by Force of Kitty Eyes for several years. I just. TOO CUTE. *ded*
*back to grad school essays*
Just a general public service announcement since it's been a long time since I've posted anything fic-like here (as opposed to communities), and it's probably going to be a while longer before I get back to anything fic-like: The heart arrhythmia's largely under control, thank goodness
a) I aten't dead. :D
b) Anyone who posts here to whine about lack of fic updates will be baleeted with extreme prejudice.
c) Life-life is looking up a little...
I actually have a serious lead on a potential housemate for this fall! (Kittyfuzz I love you to bits but I want to come home and talk to someone who can (a) speak English and (b) share the housework, because...)
I'm taking the plunge and seriously working on finishing off a masters in information science, since getting classes for free is one of the few benefits that hasn't been taken away or gutted in the past few months.
d) Work-life is not looking up so much...
I won't even get started on how and why we've lost 85% of the employees in my workgroup over the past year, including 2 more in the past 2 weeks
I've really had it with inheriting everyone else's jobs as they leave
Nobody without a master's has even gotten an interview for longer than I can remember
Time to get my master's while it's still paid for so I can actually seriously look and have a chance of getting hired elsewhere.
So given D as a motivator for the masters degree part of C, fic stuff can't be my free-time writing priority for the foreseeable future.
I'll be ficcing and posting what I can when & where I can, but for approximately the next 2-3 years, degree work and work-work are likely to eat most of my concentration...
Wii Fit yoga less than a week after abdominal surgery?
STUPID. STUPID. STUPID. *headdesk*
I blame the narcotics.
My brain (clearly still on drugs): But it's yoga! No strength-exercises, no jackknifes, no pushups, no aerobic jumping around, it'll be fine!
My brain (yep, still on drugs): Besides, you KNOW the thing is going to nag you even more if you go another day without doing anything with it.
*much fail later*
Learn from my stupidity, young grasshoppers. *hobbling toward the hydrocodone bottle*
must try to catch up with comments later? Crazy week, writing deadline, & two Christmas parties in different cities coming up this weekend, followed by I suspect a loooot of crash and
yep, I'm alive! Woot! I've been asleep for most of the past 24 hours and drugged to the gills the rest of the time (you don't want to know how long it's taken me to type this without typos, srsly, even my FINGERS feel drugged).
Thank you a ton for all the 'hey you better stay alive'-type comments! (echoed by my cat, who keeps walking over to sniff my face and make sure I haven't become dinner yet.) I'm going to try to be coherent enough to reply later?
The docs ended up doing more than they'd originally planned, so I'm not sure how long I'm going to need to stay on the drugs, but 'alive and fumbling toward coherent' is always good in my book. :)