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Jul. 31st, 2018 11:48 amDoing marginally better today. Cassius is still not back, apparently the one time he turned up late that night was a false alarm? I'm halfway thinking that someone has him stashed in their house the way I picked up two of our ferals. Which is fine, really, except I wish they would also take Barton so I don't have a very lonely clingy cat living under my house. I suppose I could also take him into the house but *stares at house of six cats* Well. And adopting him to another household with only one cat would require knowing such a person, he's an older black cat, that never plays well in shelters.
Other than that. Well, finding my BC pack means I don't have to shell out that expense, which is good. Birth control hormones are free through insurance as long as I refill them on schedule and not one right after the other, so I'd have to pay to replace it. But I did find it. It was under a bag, probably had fallen off the shelf I put it on and then the boy put his bag down on top of it, which entirely explains why it wasn't there when I thought it was.
The rest... I don't know. I suspect what's giving me finance fits is my stupid tooth with the stupid probable implant expense coming up, the rest of it is more a matter of sitting my ass down, writing out my budget, and looking at it and reminding myself that yes, there is room for everything plus some judicious fun spending at and leading up to DragonCon. It's the kind of thing one loses track of easily when one is already having a fit of depression? Bipolarism? Something? I don't even know what the hell was going on yesterday. If the timing were better I'd've said it was PMS, but I just stopped bleeding, so, what, PostMS? Perimenopause? If this is what menopause is like oh boy howdy I am going to hate those years in particular. I can live with everything else about getting old but this physical body shit is, well, shit.
But other than that... okay, I missed a submission deadline for a short story, that hurt. That did not help my mental state. But the rest of it is okay. Hell Caster should be finishing up today and then ready for submission to Tor shortly, Jude ditto but for Fireside, and then I can work on things not to actual deadlines, which will be nice because I will have whole other things to prep for DragonCon at the end of the month. Yaaay. Then September, the month of Passing The Entire Fuck Out. Because at the way things are going I will be decompensating for DragonCon, submissions, novel writing, and a whole pile of other crap all at once. I'll catch up on my reading then, on my shiny new Kindle. That's what I'll do.
Other than that. Well, finding my BC pack means I don't have to shell out that expense, which is good. Birth control hormones are free through insurance as long as I refill them on schedule and not one right after the other, so I'd have to pay to replace it. But I did find it. It was under a bag, probably had fallen off the shelf I put it on and then the boy put his bag down on top of it, which entirely explains why it wasn't there when I thought it was.
The rest... I don't know. I suspect what's giving me finance fits is my stupid tooth with the stupid probable implant expense coming up, the rest of it is more a matter of sitting my ass down, writing out my budget, and looking at it and reminding myself that yes, there is room for everything plus some judicious fun spending at and leading up to DragonCon. It's the kind of thing one loses track of easily when one is already having a fit of depression? Bipolarism? Something? I don't even know what the hell was going on yesterday. If the timing were better I'd've said it was PMS, but I just stopped bleeding, so, what, PostMS? Perimenopause? If this is what menopause is like oh boy howdy I am going to hate those years in particular. I can live with everything else about getting old but this physical body shit is, well, shit.
But other than that... okay, I missed a submission deadline for a short story, that hurt. That did not help my mental state. But the rest of it is okay. Hell Caster should be finishing up today and then ready for submission to Tor shortly, Jude ditto but for Fireside, and then I can work on things not to actual deadlines, which will be nice because I will have whole other things to prep for DragonCon at the end of the month. Yaaay. Then September, the month of Passing The Entire Fuck Out. Because at the way things are going I will be decompensating for DragonCon, submissions, novel writing, and a whole pile of other crap all at once. I'll catch up on my reading then, on my shiny new Kindle. That's what I'll do.