And then it gets away from me because keep fucking talking and won't let me think.

One of my roomies made a crack about two serial killers meeting on the road - like, one picking the other up, and I thought they were talking about an actual story cause I've read it (or maybe watched it, I can never fucking remember all the mediums of the different stories I recall, how sad is that?).

There's obviously more than one out there, it's a premise I'm sure has been done plenty, but the one I'm thinking of, one of the killers definitely had a guitar case and I would swear she was a chick, but I just don't recall for certain.

It's going to drive me crazy now -__-

Am very excited for the announcement we will be making on LT3 this Wednesday. Hopefully others will be as well. I wish it were Wednesday now...

ETA 1123
So, the kittie Levi loves people. He especially loves the Brother, but really any person will do. And he's very clingy about his love. If you're near enough (by which I mean, within jumping range), he'll plop his little butt right on your shoulder and start nuzzling and nudging and rolling and just purring for attention. As mentioned once before, the Brother calls him a stat-less familiar.

If you bend over--like to retrieve the pen you dropped or tighten your shoelace or any other reason you may have for bending over, Levil will jump, settle himself quite comfortably at the back of your neck or in the center of your back and just sprawl. And you might say, "Kitty, this is uncomfortable," but Levi only purrs louder, sprawls some more, and bats at your pony tail as if to say, "But I is so cozy."

The other morning, when I was working off my netbook out in the living room, Levi decided he wanted some attention. And my netbook has camera. ^_^ The pics are kinda dark, not sure what's up with that. But anyway, ( have some cute: )

ugh, I feel like I've done nothing but eat all weekend. My only healthy meals of late have been those I pack for work. Then I just come home and stuff my face.. /sigh I'll get there. I've come this far, I know I can finish it; I just need to find my willpower again.

Sore throat is not fun. Started as a tickle overnight and was kind of scratchy before I went to bed, and then when I woke up an hour ago it was full on sore. Awesomeness.

Meg, I actually do have that page written, I just absolutely hate transcribing about as much as you do. I shall get it done, though. Eventually. ^^;;

Ugh. It takes me way too fucking long to transcribe. I'm just not good at it. I don't have the patience and I'm constantly reading/changing everything as I go.

Ah, well.

There is a sad lack of biscuits in my life. I think I shall make some, and then go back to writing by hand.

At least the stupd transcribing is done for now.

Argh. There is nothing more irritating than trying to type with cold-stiff hands.

Though, there's slightly more than my cat here ^_~

( my cat, two other cats, flowers, and me! )

ugh, I hate it when I sleep through my alarm...

ETA 2056
Yet another insurance company sending me "you're turning 65!" crap. I don't even know where to begin expressing my feelings on this.

Some of these you may have seen before, so I apologize if it's just a lot of repeat. I honestly do not remember what I've put up here.

( this will probably be a freebie )

( start of next novella )

( midsummer story one )

( midsummer story two )

There are three little babie raccoons on the porch. They are attempting to play with the kitties through the glass. They are so cute!

When I go home for Christmas, I'm doing a marathon of SPN seaons 4 & 5, cause I'm totally sadface I don't really have time to watch it and am sooo out of the fandom. Plus that will be an awesome fun thing to do while I'm home ^__^

*work was actually bearable today, though I am utterly sick of the fact my coworker cannot discuss anything other than pregnancy, children, children playing sports, sports, television. It is so painfully obvious my life is black to their white -__-

*King's new book comes out soon ^____^

*I really need more time to write. I have to fix pretty much all of my Wick stories, I've got to finish another novella for the serial stuff, and I've got three short stories IP, not to mention all the other shit I should be doing. I so cannot wait 'til we can afford to hire other writers.

*Though, speaking of that, Sammie and Sasha need to write more too, cause there stuff is all shiny ^__^ I've read the sequel to the story Sasha has running on LT3 now :D and I know a bit about the third, and I know what she's working on now hahahaha but she's in the living room slacking off :3

*It needs to be the weekend, alas, I have one more day of work to get through

*In a couple of weeks, I get to go fetch my littlest sister from school and she is going to hang out with me for a week \o/

*And in a couple of months, I get to go home to hang with my family ^___^

*Hope all nano'ers are going strong ^ __^ Keep it up!!!

*Would anyone want snippets of the stuff I'm working on? I don't recall which things I've posted and which I have not, but if peeps want, I'll post. People are much quieter now that stories are not regularly here, and that makes me sadface, cause I liked chatting and harassing peeps, but I suppose that is the way it goes ^_^ Still, if snippets are wanted, I'll post'em.

*Guess I should stop with the slacking myself now.

*oh, yeah. we had tasty chinese for dinner, and I bought some tasty woodchuck cider that is apparently limited release or something shiny.

*Okay, going now.

argh Netbook will not open my Word files. I've been fighting the good fight since I stopped playing with Excel and doing LT3 stuff at 0400. Keeps saying they're not the right format. >_< I have the same version/model of the same word processor on my desktop and netbook. I am not amused.

Dear Megan,

Why do you have to work and be unavailable to me when I am not at work? I have ideas and plans and plots, but you are unavailable to me for approval/discussion.

I guess I could go work on stories while I wait for a more convenient time.

Impatient,
Sammie

***
Dear self,

Go write something or take a nap or something that might could be considered productive.

Not impressed by your lazy ass,
Self

***
Dear story,

Why can't you just already be written? That would save so many of us a lot of time and effort.

/sigh,
Your Author

I was finally asleep. Then I get jerked awake because our stupid fucking vroom vroom neighbors had a car alarm go nuts, and it took them forever to figure it out.

I know shit happens, but argh. I'm so screwed for sleepiung the rest of the night.

So, some little while back, the ever awesome mechante_fille sent me a package that contained--among other things--a little stuffed bear made from Alpaca fur. It's all fuzzy and soft, and I call him Alpaca Bear, and forever he has held a place of honor beside Poke the Bunny on a shelf in my room. Until that shelf (and everything on it) fell and scattered across and the kitties discovered Alpaca Bear. Now, it doesn't matter what "safe place" I put Alpaca Bear in, the kitties always find him, and drag all over Hell's creation.

It's almost cute, but not really. Stupid kitties.

***
In dietary news, have not been doing awful, but I could be doing better. By which I mean, I haven't gained any weight, but I've not lost any, either. But given the horrid way I've been eating the past few weeks, I'll take that as a win. Since this weekend I've been back on the wagon with watching my portions and feeding times. My goal is to be between 200, 210 lbs by January. From there I want to drop the remaining 50 in time for Alumni Weekend in June.

Yes, I can do this.

Something's got me stirred up, but I couldn't say what. But I've pulled two muscles in my neck from all the twitching and spasming, so I broke down a few minutes ago took a dose the stuff my doctor prescribed for it. I don't really like it. It hits hard and fast and it makes me really loopy and drowsy and lethargic and generally disoriented, and I'm not 100% about what I'm typing anymore. I have to type really slow just to keep up with the words.

Moving my head or walking or some other similar action feels weird and really disconnected. Point of fact, I can barely hold me head up. It's like an existential acid trip.

The doc says the drugs are an anti-anxiety sedative. it's been prescribed to me because it's high levels of stress that really make tics or spasms or however you want to name them bad. Ideally, I'd like an anti-anxiety not!sedative, so I could take it at work, during the hours when I really need to be relaxed and not stressed, but not drowsy and loopy and just generally out of it.

***
I cooler news, Chapter Nineteen of Bound is up on LT3 tomorrow. It made me squee like a shameless 15y/o fangirl, and that while I was in "editing mode" (tm). So uh... yeah, enjoy that.

It took me 30 minutes to type all this. That feels sad. /sigh

Question I am sick of hearing at work: Gotten used to third shift yet?

No. No, it's been, what? five months since I took on this position, and you know I still just can't quite get the whole overnight pattern down.

Please to be finding a new conversation starter, because this one has run it's course.

So, Mom went back to Idaho. I convinced her to bring me some of my stuff out of The Closet. (Really, there are a ton of them in that house, but only one we speak of in Capitols. ^^;)

So, today she arrived with Boxes.



( Behold the 80s! )

Anyone feeling nostalgic? Anyone utterly clueless? Anyone drooling over my original series Pony collection? ^.~

I really am tired of repeating myself. I know people miss stuff, I know people do not pay attention, but I am literally answering the same two questions every week. So:

*I will finish Meant to Be after I rewrite Kidnapped.

*All my stories go straight to LT3 now. I cannot run a business if I post them all here for free. I am sorry this makes people hate me, I'm sorry it makes people cranky, but to be perfectly honest, you're not entitled to anything and have no right to be upset when it's taken away.

I really am sorry if I sound like a raging bitch. I try not to be, but I do get tired of repeating myself and I am really tired of people trying to make me feel guilty over selling my work instead of giving it away. I have posted stuff free for years. I'm not saying I'm the world's best writer - far from it - but I think I'm good enough to ask for a little bit of money. I don't expect everyone to agree with me, but I do expect you to be an adult and accept my decision is made.

Peace out.

My kitty has been oddly clingy and affectionate lately ^__^ I do not know why, but I luffs it. He might be a bitch, but he luffs me <3