kittydesade | Mar. 22nd, 2008

I have a cat on my lap. This cat insists on being on my lap and apparently burrowing into my armpit or something. He seems to like to do this a lot, especially last night when I was undergoing the cramps of doom at 6 am. At least I don't have to work today. And then again, if I did have to work today with cramps of doom, I'm pretty sure someone would have fed me painkillers and sent me to the third floor to lie down on the couch for a little while.

... Oh, Michelle. I see what you did thar. Now we really do need carpet cleaner.

My computer is resurrected! And from this we learn several things. A) It was, in fact, my auto-backup program, since once that was uninstalled nothing happened. The boy stopped telling me I told you so after I pointed out that every time he told me it was the auto backup program that was on a list of about five other things it could also be, ranging from quick and easy to fix to expensive to fix. Not helpful. B) My computer likes me more than it does him. Which, since my computer was named Samael, is not entirely surprising. B2) My computer likes the Elf Lord more than it does him, which amuses the hell outta me.

And now that my computer is resurrected, I will celebrate by balancing my books. Yay. And possibly buying a vacuum cleaner and a microwave. And definitely buying some kitty food. And cleaning the house. God, I'm actually a somewhat responsible adult. When the hell did that happen? Also on the agenda for today is a shower, writing that fic to the prompt of 'Where Are You Going' by Dave Matthews Band (Maggie/Malcolm), and maybe going over the Bob/Winifred story that I'm almost done with. And some TM responses if my brain isn't totally mush by then. ~~And maybe watching Ghost Rider. Shaddup.~~

... Oh. My god. I just looked at my bank account and I have more money in there than I've ever been able to keep in a bank account at any one time. To KEEP. And I'm not talking about checks my mother sent me for car expenses or medical expenses (which, thankfully, in my life are few) or college loan payments (usually what it is) that go out a week after they've been deposited. MY money. That I've earned and saved by not buying that DVD I wanted or that book I wanted or going next door to the store where I work and buying all their nifty broomstick skirts. I've been a good girl and now I get to look at my bank account and go HOLY SHIT THAT'S MINE. And then I get to pay lots of it to a) Sallie Mae, b) the electric company, c) Wal-Mart or K-Mart or wherever else I wind up getting a vaccum and a microwave and cat food. Ah well. Even so, I'll still have a decent chunk of change. I'll be getting my federal refund (already got my state) and my random government windfall and the 25$ gift card from my bank for the boy opening his account there too. And things look promising. I actually feel like a responsible adult. This is kind of weird.

... Actually I just figured out that once I pay off all the bills and buy the vacuum cleaner and microwave, I will STILL have over my new comfortable safe minimum. Holy shit.

Ahem. Anyway.

... No, actually, I think that's all there is to it. Or at least, I think that's all there is to it right now. Today's schedule is, since I just balanced my books: shower, get sort of dressed, tidy living room. Go out shopping. Plan the week's menu. And at some point today I will get caught up in RP comms, which involves: reading the new rules on demons and angels in Not Honest, posting for Nicky (and probably one or two others) in Chaos Theory, tagging for Henry (omg so behind!) in Last Resort and posting for Maggie. And I think I'm caught up as I can be in Convergence and Recreating Eden. ... Holy hell, when did I get involved in so many RPs? Okay, moratorium on new RPs. Or at least, the structured ones.

Also, I keep having Mal/Inara wedding plotbunnies. Don't ask.