Title: Thirty Years of Onus
Fandom / Setting: The Thrilling Adventure Hour / Sparks Nevada, Marshal on Mars
Characters / Pairings: Sparks Nevada x Croach the Tracker
Rating: low M
Word Count: 5472
Warnings / Notes: Written for Round 8 of the Hurt / Comfort Bingo: Accidental Mating for Life
Summary: Sparks Nevada didn't go into marriage so much as he blindly stumbled into it—and he's not sure if the fact that he stumbled blindly into it with Croach is a good thing or not yet.
The stressful news of course is I have no idea what my insurance will look like next year and I'm sorely tempted to talk to the boy and see if it's feasible for us just to get fucking married now and put me on his plan and boom done. Or maybe after we pay off Mikey's vet care. Grumpity grump. It's not necessarily a money saving solution in that the ACA was, I'm pretty sure, cheaper. But it's a security solution and it might be a money solution if it makes my goddamn dental bills cheaper. Not that I have as many of them as I used to but it still annoys me.
Fuckit, those are money problems for another day, I have insurance till December. Unlike a lot of other people, we have a contingency plan if I do lose insurance or if it becomes unaffordable. Heh.
So goddamn tired. I don't know how, I slept a lot last night as well as the nap. I think this might be stress tired. Which at least means picking up the house might help, which I might actually get to do tonight if I keep getting writing shit done at work. I even remembered to post the second character interview on my Patreon (and all the character interviews are open to the public) and cross-post that to other places. I got my edits done too, which means I don't have to use as much brain to do my evening writing tasks.
... Okay the list of things to do in the house is getting absurd long. So I guess it's get whatever I get done, done, and then move the rest onto a list to do tomorrow and maybe over the weekend.
Had the funniest moment today while I was being very tired and working on writing stuff. I was running edits on Long Road and fixing a scene based on what I now know Viking houses to look like and all "Hee, I know things now" and that inevitably led to "Hee. I drink and I know things." and now I need at least a shirt and a mug with that on it.
Ugh. And we're going out for dinner tonight, which is good, and running errands but it's going to be late by the time we get back and I'll still have to do languages and writes and try and get some of the house stuff done that I meant to do and bleergh. At least I'll probably sleep well tonight, too. I just want things to calm the fuck down for one goddamn week. Last week it was hurricanes and illness, this week it was all manner of medical everything including the damn vet visit. One week! Of relative calm and quiet! Is that too much to no don't answer that I know what the answer is.
We took Mikey to the vet. Or rather I called, made an appointment for 8.30 since that was the one morning appointment they had open, the boy was on his way home so I stuffed Mikey into the carrier so he could just grab him and go. Mikey flipped out and started clawing at the carrier so rather than have him break a claw or worse on the thing, I pulled on a bra and boots and took an antihistamine (yes I with the six cats have cat allergies and vet visits are nightmares) and went with him to make sure he didn't hurt himself in the car.
We were there for about an hour while they X-rayed him and did a blood panel all to reveal that nothing is detectably or severely wrong to cause the vomiting, plus confirming to the vet that he's an active kitty still eating and eliminating as usual. So on the plus side he's a relatively healthy kitty except for the vomiting. On the minus side, vomiting. Still. And now I'm late to work.
So we pile him back into the house, I go finish getting ready and throw on some clothes and drink some lemonade because I haven't had breakfast yet, we get on to the short drive to work and promptly get stuck in standstill traffic for thirty minutes while fire trucks scream down the shoulder next to us because I don't even know what the fuck happened there. We shot past work instead and stopped at a grocery store to get me breakfast and sushi for lunch.
The chocolate chip muffins I thought I got were not in fact chocolate chip muffins, they were fucking cranberry muffins. Which might actually taste fine but that was not what I fucking wanted. And work was of course busy busy busy with no opportunity to sit down, rest and process until after all the time sensitive shit was done. I skipped capoeira and went home and napped after calling Mom to whine at her, and I meant to nap for forty five minutes but instead ended up sleeping for over two hours and in short: fuck this day.
AND I have a dental cleaning tomorrow. Pre-emptively fuck tomorrow too.
Of course that means I got another up close and personal feel of how weak and not so much out of shape as a bit out of shape and a lot still in recovery I am, yay. Fucking con crud. Fucking lungs. Fucking body.
I did finish the first two character interviews for Turing Shrugged though. So that's not nothing. It also has some summary copy for Kindle, and now Starlight does too. I finished a scene in Starlight, worked on some of Long Road. Things happened. Progress was made.
Paid off the lesser of two credit cards. Again. Which actually is not a bad thing to be doing, paying off a credit card repeatedly. It's just the greater of the two credit cards that bugs me, although I'm still nowhere near to being up at the average of individual credit card debt in this country. Which is kind of scary. And that's just the credit card debt, thanks be to the Goddess and my family I don't have student loan debt anymore. But eeegh credit card debt, over time, paying down. Not picking up any more absurd hobbies like makeup and spending a shitload on establishing them. Or hoarding things to draw with/knit/paint for the next ever. Ahem, Me Of Last Year.
(My yarn stash is truly terrifying. And I don't knit nearly fast enough.)
At some point this week goddammit I will get packages out. There's a couple of them that have been sitting here for ages. And I have been both hyper and hungry all day, no idea what the actual fuck is up with that. And my brain is leaping around all over the goddamn place, I was in the middle of a character interview and I had a Khan Academy window open to copy over physics equations and I ended up doing neither of those things in favor of doing a quiz on the parts of the cell. What the hell brain. We got sleep last night, we didn't slam back a giant pack of pixy sticks.
ETA: hlh_shortcuts. And it will be run entirely on DW. Last year sign ups started end of September. I really rec this fest as it's extremely welcoming and the mod is great.
1. Amanda (Highlander)
2. Boromir (The Lord of the Rings)
3. Colleen Wing (Daughters of the Dragon)
4. Doc Holliday (Wynonna Earp)
5. Éowyn (The Lord of the Rings)
6. Jefferson Jackson (Legends of Tomorrow)
7. Joe Dawson (Highlander)
8. Kaulder (The Last Witch Hunter)
9. Misty Knight (Daughters of the Dragon)
10. Murderbot (All Systems Red)
11. Nala (Sinbad 2012)
12. Sara Lance (Legends of Tomorrow)
13. Sinbad (Sinbad 2012)
14. Wynonna Earp (Wynonna Earp)
15. Xavier Dolls (Wynonna Earp)
( The questions: )
Work is getting done, though. Slowly.
I managed to sit my ass through the rest of The Defenders yesterday (it was not as bad as I thought!) and then managed to be so enthusiastic about it that I got lireavue to watch it and now I get to have hilarious fun listening to her exhort Matt and Jessica and yell at Danny Rand. It's so distinctive, Danny Rand's role is, that she started yelling at him and I was all "Oh you're at the point where he storms into the room and is all I AM THE IMMORTAL IRON FIST YOU WILL CEASE YOUR EVILDOING AT ONCE" That's not even a spoiler really, that's his role in the entire goddamn show. To storm around saying he's the Immortal Iron Fist and people will cease to be awful. Oh honey. That's so not how it works. You're adorable. Here's a pair of safety scissors and some construction paper. Don't eat the paste.
I think Monday's language exercises will always be entering information into Duolingo's tiny cards for Hindi and Arabic. I tried using Memrise but mastering a whole other keyboard on top of a bunch of other vocab words is a step too far, and it was so difficult I just stopped doing the lessons entirely. So flash cards are better. Hopefully if I do a little of this every night before bed etc I'll get better at it. I can do the grammar, but the vocab is kicking my ass. But it's nice to be picking up these languages again.
But. Blergh. I underestimated the amount of time it would take to get that and the bread done. STILL. It's been the most productive day and evening I've had in a couple weeks, partly because allowing myself to do shit but also just.... I'm not sure why else, actually, considering I got fuck all for sleep. So I guess I'll take it, and try and finish what I don't get done tonight, tomorrow. As per usual but this time with some hope that it'll happen.