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Okay, rule one, the next time I decide to go out and sit on the stoop and pet the ferals, I put on some fucking socks and slippers first. My feet are now iceblocks. On the other hand I got to pet BatCat and Cassius, both of whom were very docile about it. (Barton was Barton. Apparently such things are not becoming to his aloofness, never mind that he's the MOST present since he hardly ever gets off the fucking stoop.) I got quite a bit of petting in before the raccoon showed up and I had to toss crackers at it. And yesterday I got to pick up Little Bit and cuddle her! For quite a while, while I tried to get the boy out of the way so I could go in and put her down in her bed in the garage. That didn't work. No, dear, when a cat pushes at you without actually clawing you, she is not scared. She is pissed that you're holding her, yes, but far from scared. I've heard and handled many scared cats. Keeping in mind that this is the guy who said the next time we find her, we bring her in. Next time I'm just shoving him out of the way and bringing her in anyway. SIGH. Maybe this afternoon.

Blargh. Did get a surprising amount done yesterday after I got home, despite feeling like lukewarm shit. Still not sure if I'm going to capoeira today, which I guess depends on how I feel around 2ish, which should be close enough to determine if I still feel up to it. Strong cases of the don wannas nonwithstanding, but I did end up sleeping solid for 7 hours last night, then going back to sleep after I woke up. Given that I rarely sleep through the night anymore, that feels like a sign of something. Or possibly it's just a sign of PMS, it is that time of the whatever the word for a three month block of time is.

Today, well, according to that brief to-do list of yesterday all I need to work on is White Lightning the overall book, whichever stories I pick up first, Sandborn, drabbles, and watching some of the EdX videos. Starting I guess with American Government because that's both simple and the one I'm most behind on. And then figuring that out as I go along. But the rest of it should be okay. Except the opera appreciation, which means I need to find a way to watch opera. Yes, right now I'm taking American US Government, US Civil War Reconstruction History, Terrorism and Counter Terrorism, Justice, and... Intro to Italian Opera. Look, my interests are wide and varied, okay?

Library may solve the opera problem. I do get paid tomorrow too, so I guess I could buy a subscription to one of their various options. I'll hit up the library first, and the first opera is Le Nozze di Figaro, so I think that should be relatively easy to find?

... Okay, the biggest problem with going to capoeira I've discovered is that even if I'm not directly sick, it is an hour and a half of intensive exercise. It is pretty much an hour and a half of kicks, crouching, a shitton of crouching and thigh, hip, and ass strength, some handstands, a lot of side to side stepping, and as I discovered when I tried to go on only four hours of sleep, if I go while half exhausted, I can't actually get shit done. I drop out every two or three minutes. So... so. So now I really don't know whether to go and at least try and get something out of it and hope that it's more singing and roda etiquette (doubtful, since i don't think there's one coming up) or whether I don't and deal with the guilt and shame because the odds may or may not be good I'd put in a crap lesson anyway, and do practice at home. I do, at least, have enough practice and study in that I can probably get away with every 15 minutes, get up and do an exercise and then go sit down, do something else, and pant. I just. Argh. Physical fucking limitations, I hate you.

ETA: I continue to feel woozy but nothing else, and I fucking hate that either choice I make is likely to result in suckage. That said, my Network is trying to kill me with yes now learn drawing now right now.

OC October: Day 14 - Darren

Day 14: Darren! I even have an icon.

Poor Darren. Darren just can't catch a break sometimes.

Darren was born out of a crush on Adam Copeland in Haven. I admit it freely and without guilt. I liked the look of this guy so I needed to create a character so I would keep him around in mind for a while, and I ended up throwing him into Black Ice. Darren's a Hellhound around seventy five years old, which puts him about middle aged for his kind. He's also got a couple of kids, three kids, that he doesn't know if they're dead or alive any longer. He was married to a lady Hound, they got divorced eventually and amicably, he went to work and live in the city (New Amsterdam to be specific but for the most part it's always the city) and she stayed out in the suburbs where their children had been born. However, one day he came home and found her house covered in blood and with a body on the ground, and no family. So he left, he didn't investigate for fear of bringing back the murderers to his family, and he tried not to look back.

Eventually he did build a pack for himself in the city, found a new girlfriend named Anna, much more aggressive and logical, logistical than his ex-wife, more suited to who he had become. They run many of the local Hellhounds together, tough but fair parents, and under their leadership the Hellhounds have also been branching out into making friends and being allies with other groups as well. If nothing else, it's good self defense against the encroachment of the faction of humans who want the earth to be for them, despite the fact that the only other species that originated outside of the earth is the fae. As far as Darren sees it though, they're all vulnerable to abuse and prejudice and the violence that brings, they can stick together and watch each other's backs or they can all die alone.