forward motion

Mike wasn’t up for a visit – this cold kicked his ass. I did get to see Alex and Katie this morning; we did a brief shop and I got printer ink and treats, mostly, but also toilet paper. I could have hung out more but I was just hanging on by my toenails so I was very happy to be deposited home with my unholy parcels of tasty fat and sugar.

333 words on one project and 240 on the other, so yay me I guess.

I’m going to check on the moon. Something something about an eclipse.

The news is a fucking nest of vipers, is it not?

 

diurnal again

I got the right amount of sleep at the right time of day, so that’s a nice change. Still a snot factory though. Alex is sick too, no surprise. I miss him, it’s been more than a week since I’ve seen him.

I’m still hating Honey on the Moon and not wanting to work on it. I’m hacking away at Tarot for Atheists.

Murder hobo

This is a descriptive term invented some time in the mid-oughts, for somebody who wanders around games killing people and stealing shit as a lifestyle choice

 

Alexios the murder hobo

ran around ancient Greece

He loved to deal out violence

And he dealt it out piece by piece

He’d skulk around the market square

Inquiring if anybody needed murdering there

He’d take it on for a hefty price

And how he got it done wasn’t often very nice

HOBO!

He’s a murderous

HOBO!

Out a-murdering…

HOBO!

He’s a murderous ….

but ya gotta love the way he loves to do his thing

 

Alexios the murder hobo

hailing from Thermopylae

Stabs folks more or less at random

He really is quite a guy

He kills by day, he kills by night

His armourer really gets the credit in a fight

He’s got a bird named Icarus

He always wears the cutest little truss

HOBO!

He’s a murderous

HOBO!

Out a-murdering…

HOBO!

He’s a murderous ….

but ya gotta love the way he loves to do his thing

 

Alexios the murder hobo

had everything an Ancient Greek needs

a fabulously stellar reputation

for troubling and horrific deeds (wait…. wut??)

He’ll poison…. all the boys in your crew

and come back in the dead of night and do for you too

CHORUS

 

some disappointment

Leo and Linda, unless a Catholic scale miracle takes place, will not be visiting this month. I am disappointed but glad the affected parties are getting care. It’s always such a privilege to put up family elders.

I am struggling with insomnia, transient tingling and numbness (same like before, maybe it’s migraine related with this unrelenting fucking rain), and major project block (minor projects are getting tons of love tho including Tarot for Atheists and a new asexual Cas fic just smote me, so writing is fine) and my breakfast sandwich was rancid.

That is not a colour I want to see in anything to do with the human body, but I am slowly getting better.

 

word count 11300

My crunchy chicken sandwich should be here any minute.

Sure didn’t want to leave the house; Mike offered the traditional New Years Day Sauna but I just could grok changing, leaving the house, showering (everybody showers before they go in) and then of course you have to sluice off after. I’m exhausted just thinking about all that tile.

This scene is hard, yo.

Spoke to my mOm, Keith, Dave and Mike today. I should wish Peggy and Tom a Happy New Year.