Laughter Through Tears

I've had a few exhausting days in a row, compounded by the sudden foot pain that makes moving around just that extra bit more complicated, and some changes to public transport that have left me scrambling. Now I seem to have some sort of congestion, hopefully just a mild cold. I'll try sleeping it off and drowning it in tea, over the weekend. Maybe that'll do it.

Trying to get my internet speed fixed and the tech guy is late. :(

It feels weirdly like a triumph to be sitting at my computer, at my desk, in my apartment, right now.

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I spent a chunk of time yesterday going through paperwork old and new, sorting it into piles, discarding a lot of stuff that I didn't need, and labeling everything else. I think I got through about half -- and I didn't touch the medical papers, except to put them all in one pile to be divided up later.

Nothing like moving for finding out just how much *crap* you really have.

I'm tired and I want something entertaining that I can easily sink into. Today I got two update emails -- one from Dracula Daily and one from one of my favorite WIP fanfics -- and still managed to descend into the Long Dark Teatime of the Soul, around 7 PM or so. I want some more cozy mysteries, but I can't seem to find anything that hits the same sweet spot as the Dahlia Donovan ones I loved.

I don't really know why I only posted once in all of June. I'm not really sure what happened in June to make me stressed, but, well... You know, there's always something. Plus, my hand and wrist are still acting up, so if I have limited typing time, Dreamwidth is (alas) not my top priority. I guess I could try dictating posts more, but honestly, since I have a private journal now and I rarely interact with people on Dreamwidth, it's... still not a high priority.

My writing schedule has more or less recovered. I'm making progress, at least, although it doesn't always feel that way. I'm sleeping okay and trying not to let the heat get to me. It's a lot less hot than last summer -- so far! -- but because of reasons, I have to keep my windows and shades open for long stretches, which lets more heat into the apartment. My electric fan is also on its last leg. I will need to replace it some time this summer.

I'm timelining for Blood from Stone and it is driving me up the wall.

Last night I had the most appalling migraine. Started at the library as I was trying to motivate myself to get some light writing done. Got steadily worse while I knocked out some basic errands and chores. Ended up going to bed early, feeling too ill to even take my meds, and had a very disrupted night of sleep.

Still no writing, either.

I'm considering holing up at my parents' house today in the hopes that it makes a better writing environment. Sometimes just getting up and changing locations helps, and I don't want to spend too much time in coffee shops. Not least because the service in my local ones is pretty fucking bad.

I have so many errands to run this week. I hope I can get my bedroom fixed up and also get some fresh food and such in the house. I desperately need to start taking better care of myself.

I won't have a real bed in my apartment before mid-November. Fun times.

The dust storm broke over the night. Particle count is back to normal (< 100 mcg/m^3) as opposed to the ranges between 300 and as high as 600 of last week. I opened the windows. All of them. The house is going to need a thorough cleaning -- much more thorough than I have the energy for.

And tonight is the new year. Happy new year?

Did a Righteous House Cleaning event, minus mopping which is already a week overdue. And necessary, despite what I told myself when I finished the sweeping. But going through all the major, can't-live-without-them cleaning chores took a lot out of me and also took more than two hours, so I decided it was shower time and I could be reasonably proud of my accomplishments. Especially given I moved all sorts of furniture and found a civilization of dust bunnies under my bed. Next time I move, I'm getting rid of this bedframe and getting one that stands right on the floor, ISTG.

In funner news I also hanged some pictures, finally, so I can point to the positive presence in my living room, not just the lack of dust or piles of paper chores un-taken care of. The aconitum illustration I bought in Venice is above my computer (where I plan to place a desk when I finally find one). Supergirl from Dragon*Con (2011, mind) is hanging above my bed. My great-aunt's seaweed collage went on a nail that was already in, near the front door. That way I see it whenever I'm coming in and closing the door behind me. :D

I am seriously considering upgrading to a newer version of Windows. What I have right now is 7, amd I've already had a dubious acquaintance with 9. The question now is whether to go for 8 in hopes that it meets my lofty needs, or opt to wait for 10. Which may be out already, actually? I'm so out of the loop. Anyway, a massive one-sweep upgrade may be out of the question (both financially and for all the trouble it invariably causes), but maybe I can trickle them in gradually.