November 16th, 2006

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No Power

I came home early yesterday with a migraine and no power in the condo. That sucked but since all I was doing was drugging my migraine into submission and going to bed, I didn't worry about it. I woke up in the dark and cold. Still no power. So, Ron and I went out for dinner. Came home, still no power. Dammit.

You ever try to get dressed up in gothic finery in the dark or candlelight? Goth points be damned. It was dark and cold and there was no way for Ron to cinch me into my corset properly for Jilly's birthday party at the Vogue. So, I got myself together by candlelight. No curling iron. No make up. I suppose that's goth points there - less than getting in gussied up in Victorian finery - but goth points nonetheless.

We went. We had a fab time. Everyone looked so wonderful. Jilly was just radiant and glowing. It was good to see her. Hopefully she and I will be having lunch next week.

Came home. You guessed it. No power. By then, I was in a 'f*ck it' mood and hoping the perishables wouldn't spoil before the power came back. It did come back while we were asleep.

However, I'm now behind on my writing and wondering if I should get the chimney swept for just in case purposes. If I lose power again, I'm going to be calling people, looking for a warm place with an outlet and the host's willingness to let me work.
Titanium Battle Spork


I don't want to write tonight but I'm already behind and I won't have a chance to make it up this weekend. My parting gift from working at MS is to work every single day between now and Thanksgiving. Yay. Not.


I do not want to write tonight. But, I guess I need to hunker down and write something. I'll fix it in the rewrite.

Oh, yes. My last foster kitty cat (renamed Tulip) is now at her new home across the way. This is a very, very good thing.
Firefly Kayley - Get your heart broke

Still Procrastinating

Sylvan: Wow
Sylvan: that is sad and beautiful and wonderful
Jenn: I feel a little like it.
Jenn: For this coming year.
Sylvan: Like all this hard work is just so you can fool yourself into feeling successful? Nah. All this hard work is for your success... you planted trees and tended them while the grew and now you will truly fly through them.
Jenn: Yeah. But the kiwi never had wings to fly and desparately wanted to fly and was willing to sacrifice it all for that one moment of perfect beauty and understanding of what it is like to finally do that thing they have been denied all their life.
Sylvan: *nod*
Jenn: That was a hell of a run on sentence, wasn't it.
Sylvan: I've seen worse
Sylvan: not many, but I have
Jenn: Heh.