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

In the past, I have managed to cut my fingers on the wall, the shower, Changes (the Dresden Files book, which, to be fair, I always knew was out to get me), and possibly thin air.

So what in the world made me think I could clean up broken glass without slicing my fingers open?

It hurts, and we have nothing even resembling a bandaid, and there is probably still broken glass over there, but if I have to bend over any more right now, I think I might actually pass out.

The cats should be very, very glad that cleaning up after them takes up all the energy I would otherwise use to strangle them. That's all I'm saying.

You know, I kinda thought when I went to bed yesterday that I would only sleep for, like, five hours, and then wake up and be ready to be productive. That was a silly, silly thing for me to think.

I slept until it was dark out, and had horrible nightmares about weeping angels. (The dreams, I suppose, could have been worse. My dream self decided I'd had enough with this not blinking shit, so I just started taking a bat to the angel statues and breaking pieces off of them. :| Then again, they were also ninja weeping angels that made you look several times before you noticed them and hid behind doors and shit, so... IDK. I think my subconscious is just way too excited for the next episodes of Doctor Who.)

( No one needs to hear about my deathplague. Unless you're really fascinated by how my body keeps trying to kill me... )

However, deathplagues and dumb ways of injuring myself aside, today is still awesome, because draegonhawke is making something to help me edit the cast list tables, and I have seen it, and it is as fantastic as magi is. I AM SO EXCITED.

...and now I'm going to go back to writing (okay, outlining) shit while buried under as many blankets as I have. And the animals. They're all on top of me too. Somehow. ...it's kind of weird and creepy, in an endearing way.

My girlfriend's cat is very strange. He crawled up between my back and the back of the chair all on his own and then just... hung out there for a while.

There was also a picture where he went for my neck like some kind of demented furry love vampire, but I accidentally deleted it, and I'm very sad about that.

He decided to conclude this love attack by leaving a puddle of drool on my keyboard. And possibly on my shoulder. Thank you, Michaelcat. Thank you very much.

How is it that all the animals think the best place to be AT ALL TIMES is right in front of my feet? Even when they are trying to move out of my way, they somehow do so while also trying to cling to my legs with their whole bodies. It's like being kicked is the highlight of their day.

...I swear I don't go around kicking my pets. I just trip over them a lot, and one of these days I am going to fall and DIE.

I really need to get started on my fic for who_like_giants. I've done a little bit of playing with cast lists (DAVID ANDERS IS AN ALIEN), but I should really do something other than that. Otherwise I'm going to realize a month from now that I have a week in which to write a story and all I've got is a very shiny cast list.

At the very least, I should come up with a backup plan. Maybe I'll torment Torchwood One some more. I haven't done that in ages.

Also working on plotting out the fic I plan to write for tardis_bigbang, which... okay, it is the same fic I tried to write last year. But this time, I actually know what I'm doing with it, and there is a point besides "Martha Jones is fucking awesome".

...that's still a major theme of the story. Other themes include "Martha and Jack are ADORABLE together" and "the Doctor makes a good damsel in distress". Admit it, you can't wait to read this story.

In other news, all my joints hurt. Especially my ankles. And I don't know what to do about this. I don't think it's cold-related, because I still hurt when I actually feel too warm, so... mrrh. Stop failing, body.

I am still alive, in case anyone wondered, and now (as of yesterday) legally able to buy alcohol. Hooray!

We may have a place to live some time next week - it is not ideal, as it's kind of small, still has the problem where I can't go anywhere Beka doesn't drive me, and has no bathtub, just a shower, but it's only temporary. We're planning to find a better place in spring or summer, whenever some of the students clear out and give us a few more options. (Besides the lack of bathtub, which is disappointing because I tend to take baths when I am just too cold to warm up any other way, it isn't a half-bad place to stay for winter, because there's room for Ace to run around in the snow. Ace. Loves. Snow. It's adorable.)

All of this is assuming the landlord was not serious about the part of the lease where it says the cats need to be declawed. He probably isn't, as he didn't write it himself, and he didn't mention it when we talked to him, but if he actually was serious about it, the answer is FUCK NO and we're back to square one. Mrrph.

Something in my shoulder has knotted up horribly and will not let go. I still have some of the painkillers from my ear infection, so I've been using those when it gets horrible - it doesn't so much stop the pain as stop me caring quite so much about the pain, but it's the best I can do. When I run out of that... I dunno. I'll probably see how well vodka works as a muscle relaxant in this case.

I need to start putting together stuff for NaNo. I'm not doing a proper novel this year, just working on projects that need to be finished up, but I am still going to try to hit 50,000 words in the month. My username over there is the same as here, allfireburns, so if you'd like to add me as a writing buddy over there, go for it! (Of course, putting together stuff for NaNo will probably have to wait until I get the stuff off my hard drive back from Best Buy. ARGH. I am kicking myself for not backing up that plot outline elsewhere, but I was not planning on Gwen freaking out so badly less than a year after I got her.)

EDIT: Ohfuck. And then I go and glance at a former friend's journal, something I should never do, because she wished me happy birthday even though we haven't spoken in more than a year and now I am going to cry.

I am just about to crash, so I'm not entirely sure how coherent I am right now. However. A few things.

• beyondtherift got an Alex Drake. And she is fantastic and I am so happy about it. Sam is getting smacked in the face by karma for all the times other people had to deal with his crazy.
  
  
• Torchwood S4 just got confirmed. I am so pleased right now. And okay, more than a little smug. I think this is what victory feels like. XD I believe that those who need to ask how Torchwood will go on after S3 are suffering from a lack of imagination. Also, I so need to get to work on plotting my epic post-S3 fic. I'd do it tonight, but SO TIRED. So it'll have to be tomorrow.
  
  
• I am failing at actually sleeping lately. I try to go to sleep in a timely fashion, but then I just lie in bed stressing out about nothing in particular. It sucks. If I don't fall asleep in an hour tonight, I'm so getting up again. If I'm going to be awake, exhausted and annoyed, I'm at least going to be productive about it.
  
  
• Beka may or may not have adopted a stray black kitty the other day. We were thinking about getting a kitten anyway, and while this kitty is decidedly older than a kitten, he is still tineh. And cuddly and adorable. His name is Wednesday Michaelcat... Rodrigo... Atreyu... I don't even know. XD Beka had everyone in chat give him a name, so it is long and epic. Just call him Michaelcat, it's better for everyone's sanity.
  
  
• writerinadrawer is still open for voting until 5 PM CDT! If you haven't yet voted and have some time to do so, you definitely should. There are some pretty awesome fics in there (by no means all of them, but the good ones are so worth reading the others). The fic posts are here and here, and the voting post is here. Bonus game: see if you can guess which fic is mine! ...mostly because it amuses me to see if you guys can. (Beka, you don't count at all.)