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This really should have been the icon for yesterday, but I spent all night cramming in last minute edits for my PolyBigBang, which is now posted. So. And Human Target, I did take a break for Human Target. GUERRERO. So much Guerrero. It was awesome. I loves me the pocket ninja.

Right. So today. Mail order sale. Not getting annoyed at A Certain Person who ... well, no. Not getting annoyed or bitter at them. Not her fault she can't multitask/work as efficiently as I can when I put my mind to it. If things get slow, copying over Russian vocab or knitting, since I brought my knitting to practice making appropriate knots in things. As opposed to inappropriate knots which just make snarls. Appropriate ones make arm warmers. Bright purple arm warmers, too. And then, getting home and working my cute little ass off at Nano. Current writing projects involve: worldbuilding tutorial, Nano, and very very tentatively outlining three future big bangs. Where 'outlining' here means 'throwing ideas around and seeing if some of them stick. Oh, and workblog. And origfic bingo. Oh christ. Fortunately all of these are small projects and only one of them has an upcoming due date. And no quality control.

It's a lot easier to work on a project with no quality control with an upcoming deadline, seriously. And for the tutorial, the workblog, and the origfic bingo, the quality control is different from usual, too. The tutorial and workblogs just have to be clear and sort of pithy. The origfic bingo I feel less pressured on because they're not Big Bangs, no one's collaborating with me and putting an effort into it that I feel I have to match and stress over. There's probably a CS post in that. And if I had access to my scratch pad I would write that down! STupid damn netbook. I'll worry about that after the mail order sale, but still.

The pressure is off. I feel as though it's off, anyway. I can breathe again, and I can write. And kick ass at this whole mail order sale thing. Apparently, though, I cannot tweet from this computer. Argh.

Stuff and things, things and stuff. I need to organize my brain, especially my electronic brain. Something to do at lunch. Tutorial. Workblog essays to start, plus fiction. Origfic bingo. Nano. CS post. Knitting. Spinning. Outlining. Projects that I should put in some kind of organized to-do fashion. And update my damn writing schedule and stick to it. That, too, got knocked down when I lost my netbook. Fucking first world problems. Ah well. One thing at a time. (And apparently right now that thing is checking in all the damn dye. Yeesh.)

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Well, fuck.

Again, Japanese would have gone here. And I meant to get more done both on Nanowrimo and knitting (I successfully knitted a couple of rows of an arm warmer!) BUT.

We were settling in to watch The Mentalist. I'd gotten some writing done. And then the boy starts making faces and goes outside. And he comes back in with a kitten.

The baby boy's gorgeous. he's got black topcoat and clear gray markings around his face and over his belly, tabby style markings. I'll post pictures if I can. And he's a loud little shit. He yowled all the way to the 24 hour vet, yowled all the way through getting chip-scanned, and yowled all the way to the grocery store where we picked up a small thing of litter and some kitten chow. And then he yowled most of the way back home. He's got a good, clear voice, clear eyes and ears, a coat that's only slightly gone to mats. He does, however, have blood in his stool and it's runny. We're going to take it to the vet tomorrow because the boy saw a worm... make that two worms. ETA: He's about 10" base of neck to base of tail. But he's very definitely a kitten.

Now that he's settling in here he's getting really friendly. Head-butts our hands to be petted, right now he's curled up in the boy's lap and getting petted. The boy's talking about needing to get him dewormed and vaccinated, and maybe neutered, so, heh.

Does anyone have any ideas of how to protect against worms/deworm a carpet? At least the spare room is cleaner than it used to be. Regardless, I know what I'm spending my weekend doing.

If there's anything anyone wants to know, my brain's still pretty scrambled so I probably left out a lot. Currently our name choices are Patrick (my choice because he interrupted my Mentalist and he's a personable, loud, annoying little shit... just like Patrick Jane), Jason (for the last wanderer I was thinking of with a serious wild streak and a lack of history) or Harry (because he's scruffy. and gray). I'll know more or put up more once we get him medicated and possibly ... I don't know. Once we decide.

Do we have a lost cat beacon or something? Seriously. If it weren't so ddamn cold out and he weren't so damn young I would let him find his way back home. But I don't know that he has a home to find his way back to.