Reminders of Reminders

Trying something new today. Trying to write a blog entry during a sprint on Discord. I mean it’s a totally valid thing to do. I’m not claiming any sort of radical discovery or anything. It’s just not something I’ve done before. Most of the time when I update here it’s because I am at the computer and onli—

Ok you would think I would update a whole lot more because that’s like my default state. Most of the time when I update it’s because I had a flash of my level of brilliance (low watt) that I absolutely felt I had to share with people.

Today it coincided with a sprint on a Discord server where I am a lot (No. I will not tell you) so I’m padding the wordcount because most of the time when I do a writing sprint I write three words, look up the fourth, get distracted by an ad in the sidebar and an hour later I’m researching what kinds of snakes can be fed a strictly vegetarian (or at least bug-based) diet.

Note: I have not actually done that research recently, so don’t ask me about it. I remember the topic but not the results. It’s just a funny example.

I think it might be safe to say that the Strattera is having some kind of effect. So far it hasn’t resulted in any removal of Doom Piles or anything, but I am somehow not as anxious about it. Although I suppose that could also be The Grim Acceptance Of The Doom of Doom Piles.

I think it could also be the two days of nice weather. It snowed today and was miserable but now that the sun is close to setting it looks like it’s clearing up. I’m still not going out there. It’s wet.

Anyhow, let’s swing all the way back around to the subject line.

Quick Recap: My job got sold to another company and we’ve recently started final separation, which means there’s a lot of multiple logins to things as data migrates in chunks. So we’ve been getting reminder emails to make sure everything’s set and ready for one chunk, and there are instructions on what to do to verify your stuff is ready, and steps to take if it’s not, but there is no option for “My stuff is ready/has already moved/I have nothing to move” so I keep getting these emails.

REMEMBER TO DO THE THING YOU DON’T NEED TO (OR POSSIBLY CAN’T) DO. WE WILL REMIND YOU TOMORROW ABOUT THE THING YOU CAN’T DO.

D’you know what? I would still rather have a hundred spam emails than even one pointless conversation. Deleting things is so much nicer. So much quieter.

“Remember not to do the thing you can’t do” is good though. That one I should remember.

Except I have to do the thing I can’t do. I think my next Adult Responsibility is income tax. I’ve been putting it off and putting it off because I don’t really feel like paying this government. On the other hand, if they owe me anything, I definitely want it back. It’s just that it takes math and a level of organization that I will never be able to achieve, no matter how many drugs and/or coffees I can get my hands on.

I’m doing pretty good otherwise though. I need a dentist appointment (one that isn’t an emergency) and an eye appointment (and the taxes, obvs), but I think that puts me on top of the Necessary Things until June. Then it’s time for property tax, homeowner insurance, and car insurance! YAY ADULT LIFE!

Squishy Brain Meats

I started taking Strattera on Monday. I had to step back the Prozac and wellbutrin before I started on it, so the first few days have been weird. I don’t know what feeling goes to what. But by Wednesday I was pretty sure I wasn’t having a good time.

So I skipped taking it this morning, and took it this evening, after dinner. So far the feelings I didn’t like don’t seem to be happening, and the sleepiness that was a bother during the day is hitting right about the time it’s supposed to.

Now I’ll try it this way for a while and see if my days get any better. It’s not even been a week so I don’t expect to feel anything noticeable for a while. I’m sure I’ll notice if I suddenly get super organized, but we all know there’s very little chance of that happening.

Funny Friends

Discord Conversations (Disco Friends!)

Pleurosaurus — Holy shit Infocom mention

DataAngel — You might be a dinosaur, but I’m from the time before the internet

Pleurosaurus — Rhynchocephalian*

DataAngel — I am a small person who uses small words I am also deeply and profoundly stupid

Green — Infinitesimal

DataAngel — smiles politely

Green — Miniscule.

DataAngel — politely smiles

Green — Lilliputian.

DataAngel — Ma’am if you’re going to continue to use that kind of language with me, I am going to have to insist on an interpreter

Green — Why? They’re all “small” words.

Going Home

Mim went back to her home today. It was supposed to be Wednesday but there was still ice and snow everywhere so I made her stay until today (Original plan was to take her home when I was on my lunch break, but it would’ve been a rush job and that wasn’t going to work.)

Farnsworth came over to help. He was going to be on this side of the world anyhow, so I asked. I asked for help. Me. Go me.

Anyhow, I bought him lunch and we wandered through the restaurant store and you know, a place like that would be a godsend for vampire hunters or anyone else who had to deal with supernatural things. You can get gallons of garlic and huge amounts of salt. Maybe even skewers that would hurt something. I don’t know if you could get anything with enough silver in it to stop anything though.

But you could also get a double-basket deep fryer. Or a deli slicer. I bet you could do damage with that thing.

No More No Ouch

Remember when I posted about the mystery pain mysteriously going away?

It came back.

I don’t know what I did to anger it or whatever god or alien is in charge of it, but I did and now it hurts a lot and it’s making me feel gross. I don’t know what happened to make it go away before and I don’t know what happened to bring it back, so I guess I’m stuck with it until it decides to stop again.

I’ve still been writing. I’ve broken the 40k mark which for one story is really impressive for me. I looked back at some of the fanfic I’ve written and in the 20 years I’ve been keeping track of it, I’ve written a little over 60k words. Comparatively, this thing I’m writing is kind of impressive, because it’s gotten this long in about 2 months? Maybe 3?

Is it any good? I dunno. I’ve got a couple people that are “alpha reading” it (basically friends who have promised to cheer me on) and I just asked someone to start doing a beta read of the first three chapters.

Will I ever let any of you read it? Maybe. Maybe not.

Will I tell you if I publish it? Will I tell you what I call it or what name I use on it? Maybe. Maybe not.

Will it relate in some way to the name “DataAngel”? No. Although no matter what name I put on the cover, anyone who knows me will spot my style and favorite tropes from a mile away.