Gif used in post. Gods above I am so tired. I have a half-written post that I want to share here on Monday the 27th (I’ve set myself a “posting schedule” here of every other Monday, and I was GOING to post Myth Mondays this week buuuuut, yeah, no) and hopefully that will happen but right now I just need… Read more »
I am productive and stuff.
For three days I suffered until finally Mr. Katje kicked me out the door to go get some godsdamned antihistamines, for Zeus’ sweet sake. (Actually I don’t really think Zeus cares if I’m itching or not; I think it’s rather a thing below his sphere of “Shit I Care About”.)
We had some visitors on our front step last night.
I’d spent my childhood afraid of my father, and when I became a teenager that fear didn’t go away — it just became tempered with rage.
I feel pretty productive.
All my brain is focused on is The Move.
Victory in packing! Also exhaustion, that’s a thing.
You know it’s bad when you think you have too many books.
It is tiring as hell.
Yeah, that’s right, I’m making *commonlaw* a verb.
So many books….