"I'm looking for dead bugs."

Every time I'm up before noon or so, I always spend about an hour wondering "WHERE THE HELL IS EVERYONE?" before I remember. It's the internet. No one else exists before noon. Right.

So I' sitting here in the apartment. All the bags are unpacked, and I have nothing to do. Evie's off to get air mattress and some stuff from her parent's house (eventually we'll be getting furniture from them, though apparently not yet, because we couldn't contact the moving company). The Brighthouse guy came, the internet is not yet working (I'm stealing wireless from someone in the building right now), and he said he'll be back in an hourish. Also, I forgot to eat today, so I'm starving.

*Sulks a little*

It's occurred to me that I need a desk. Not, like, immediately? But soon. It helps me think to have a space to actually work, instead of just sitting on the bed or the couch or the... floor, like I am now.

That one cover of "Run" continues to make me cry. EVERY TIME. And it makes me want to write more of A Sense for Death. Now with paradoxes in! ...Yeah. The only thing that's stopping me is that "Father's Day" continues to confuse the fuck out of me, and considering that's most of New Who canon regarding paradoxes now that the Time Lords are gone... umm... that makes things difficult. *Grumblemutter*

...Please can Evie come back and bring something resembling food? Like, now? (And meanwhile, my subject line baffles everyone but Evie and possibly Alex. That's okay.)

I'm only saying that where I come from people find it very fashionable to burn like a flame...

There's a rat outside. As in, someone's pet rat. It's white and black and is just wandering around.

I tried to catch it. And then it disappeared.

And then it reappeared, and Evie went to try to catch it... and it got away again.

I don't know what we'd do with a rat if we caught it, because we can't afford it, but I'd feel better than it wandering around where it could get eaten or something. It is a pet rat. It should not be wandering around where it's very conspicuous and a hawk will get it.

...And Nina just mistook the front door for a closet. Despite the fact that she CAME IN THAT DOOR. We love her, we really do.

And now there's some discussion about making Nina into pie. Seriously, Evie and I shouldn't be allowed around... humans. No, really. Just a bad idea in general.

EDIT: This just in: we would be fucked if we lived in a war zone. That was Nina too. It was related to something about us jumping and screaming loudly at loud bangy noises, but... hush, you don't need context.