no one gets to tell me if I've lost or if I've won

So we have another puppy for the night. Who's... not so much a puppy as a fully grown terrier (I'm thinking soft-coated wheaten terrier, or some kind of mix, not that it really matters) who wandered by our apartment twice, having gotten away from the person who found him earlier, the second time with an injured paw. And the Hillsborough County humane society only accepts strays from one to five PM, Monday to Friday, so we kind of have to keep him until then. (And if we don't have a car by then, I really fucking hope they do pickups, because otherwise we're screwed.)

Ace is acting like it's THE END OF THE WORLD. She's usually okay with other dogs, but he is IN HER HOUSE being PETTED BY HER MOMMY. We can't lock either of them in the bathroom because they both cry, and Ace won't leave him alone - he's not aggressive, but he very much does not want hyperactive puppy, and snaps at her if she gets too close to his face, which she keeps doing. So we've got her tied to the couch by me. She'll lay down for a little while, and then CRY because she can't get to Evie. Big drama queen.

We may not get sleep tonight. This doesn't really bother me, except that Ace is really annoying when she won't shut up. Also, once we've moved, I am going to find a way to deal with her separation anxiety. And, you know, socialize her with other dogs, which is pretty much impossible around here, lacking a car and all. I love my puppy, but she's kind of crazy.

I have an Alex for the night! Awesome! It is good to be able to see her before we, you know, leave. Alex watched the last five episodes of Life on Mars with us, not having seen them before, and clung to my arm during the last episode. It was kind of adorable.

I have somehow managed to write half of the fifth chapter of my fic with Jack's fucked up timeline in two days. This is impressive, considering I've been writing the damn thing since... um... February? Yeah. But with any luck, I'll at least have another chapter up before the end of this month. That would be awesome. Of course, the second half involves older Jack and Rose, and writing Rose always makes me want to cry, but... you know.

And meanwhile, hollow_art tempts me with archangels, I am eying the Children of Time Awards and pondering the task of going through my DW/TW fic bookmarks in order to actually, you know, nominate people, and watching Mythbusters with Evie and Alex and Val is awesome.

1. I HAS A VAL NAO. ...I've actually had a Val for a few days now, but I've been... failing at updating. I MISSED HER. AND SHE IS AWESOME.

2. The Rift is breaking my soul. More and more and more. But this plot of doom will be over soon, and then I can has OT3 cuddles, so all is well. (I'm kind of hoping that the Doctor's part of it will be over within the next two or three days. Can that be my birthday present from the Rift? OT3 cuddlepiles?)

3. I kinda spent all day setting up a new layout for thatsortofaman, because the old one was bothering me. ...And then the Doctor's layout sort of accidentally ate mine, so I had to make a new one for me... The header of one is awesome and I can't stop staring at it, and the header of the other breaks my heart. Both of these things make me happy.

4. RIZZY HAS A LAPTOP ZOMG I MISSED HER. Yes, this was totally worthy of squee in my journal.

5. Since Val has gotten here, we've been running through Doctor Who/Torchwood canon, as she has never seen it before. It's awesome - I kinda forgot how cool it is to run through a well-loved canon with someone who's brand new to it. We're through S2 (and The Runaway Bride) and just starting on Torchwood S1. Because I'm obsessive about Whoverse chronology and its proper order.

6. Faith Lehane and the Doctor? SO MUCH FUN TO PLAY WITH. Yeah, Evie and Val and I decided a random RPverse with crossovery companions was necessary. Doctorgod and Jack are also fun to play with, but in a way that makes me whimper because their story only ends in pain and BAD.

7. I CANNOT STOP COUGHING. It hurts my chest and throat and BAH. Florida, I hate you. Or, you know, maybe I just have an immune system made of FAIL that would be acting up no matter where I live. Still. Not happy.

8. ...I don't know. I kinda just wanted an even number. Though why a multiple of five isn't just as good, I'm not sure... I have coffee! That's... really my only excuse.

I am finally halfway through that fic in which Jack's timeline gets fucked. Yay! I am, however, somewhat concerned about the next chapter because Rose has a major part in it? And I can't write Rose. Almost any other character in New Who, I'm fine with, or at least am not afraid to try, but Rose... I never know if her characterization is right, or totally off-base.

...I suppose I can comfort myself by reminding myself that the same could be said of the Doctor Who writers on occasion...

Anyway. Seymour is gone to the airport, and I am a little sad, for Sey is awesome. We went to karaoke with Sey and Nina last night - not that Nina or I sang anything - and Sey broke so many songs. So many. Of course, when someone leans over just before a song and goes "This is my Master to Lucy song". And it's a sappy country song. And you spent the entire song alternating between giggling insanely and looking horrified...

And Sey and Nina got us bears from Build-a-Bear. Well, one of them was a dog, but... details. A Doctor puppy for me, and a Donna bear for Evie. The Donna bear is so cute. She's in a wedding dress and she's ginger and... just... so cute. And Doctor puppy has brainy specs. It's awesome.

And now, I'm attempting to clean the house. I'm somewhat concerned I'm going to injure myself doing so, because my back hurts already, and there's just so much stuff all over the place and I want to put my head through a wall, a little. And I need to wait until Evie's home so we can load up the car with boxes and toss them, because we have tons of cardboard boxes sitting in the corner that need to be gotten rid of... BAH.

But I've unpacked the boxes we got from Val (mostly - there's one still full of DVDs and stuff because I have nowhere to put them, and one that's being used to contain notebooks because, again, there's nowhere to put them, but...), and I've cleaned off the table by the door and the chair where clothes keep getting dropped (I would like to have that chair back so I can actually sit at the table... though that will have to be moved when Val gets here...), and as soon as things stop hurting quite so much, I'll go back to... doing stuff...

I think I'm gonna make coffee. Coffee will make things better.