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I reeeeally want to go home right now and watch a couple of Stargate episodes for my

gateverse_remix. My brain keeps churning over ideas for the middle and end (yes, I am that far behind), but I need to watch a couple of things before I can pin down exactly what I want to write. Two specific episodes - and maybe a third if I have time. I suspect this story is going to be finished last minute, as ever. Well, it's always been my pattern, I guess. Damn this whole 'need to work to earn money to live' thing, though. It's very inconvenient. Well, as is my inability to knuckle down to a story unless I'm supposed to be doing something else. Eesh.

Oh, also I must finish off those icons for the comm, Abyssis! I promise I will, by the end of this week. And also buy a copy of the Stargate film (the original one, that is).

I want to get a cat. I can't, where I'm living, but I wish I could. When I move next year, it absolutely has to be somewhere I can have a cat. I miss having pets so much – since I left home I haven't lived anywhere that allowed me to own anything larger than a hamster, and although I loved my beautiful little Eugene very much, he wasn't exactly cuddleable. And I'd love to have a dog, too, what I could take for walks. A big(ish), scruffy dog.

Okay, that's today's random sample of my brain.

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Doesn't it suck to be in a total fannish mood and be stuck at work? Bleh! *looks at clock* *realizes she has to drag her fannish mood to work*

Well, as is my inability to knuckle down to a story unless I'm supposed to be doing something else. Eesh.

What is with that? Do our brains hate us or something?

No swear on the icons! I'm being slow as molasses at getting the thing set up and ready to go anyway. (must write faq. must write faq.) Yay movie!

Kitties are for the win. Doggies even more so. That's the one good thing about living back at home for the moment - kitty!

I hope the rest of today goes quickly and the fannisness lasts when you get home!

a wee parrot! That is the key! Endless amusement and matricidal tendencies! (The icon is not intended to call you a Bitch btw, merely illuminate the thoughts in Esme's head most of the time :D)

But I know what you mean...I too am desperate for a dog, but the realities of living alone and working long hours prevent it

It was so strange not to have an animal around in the couple of months before I got Kaylee. I missed having something to come home to. We've always had cats and usually a dog. I pretty much universally love cats, but dogs I have to take dogs on an individual basis. All the dogs we've had have been some of the most annoying creatures on the planet. For instance my parents shitzu snuck past my dad when he went to take the trash out and I had to chase the damn thing around the neighborhood at 11:00 at night in my pajamas. Apparently someone's Yorkie who was wearing a t-shirt was out and started barking at Dotty, so Dotty chased the Yorkie around until she got it cornered and I was able to grab her. I thought for sure she was going to bit that poor dog. She's like a monster. She has a whole big back yard to run around in but all she ever does is sit on the patio, but open the front door and she's out like a bullet running around in the street like a maniac.

Yeah, I need to watch a couple of eps for my

sjficathon fic, but all my dvds are packed up at the moment. I'm really bad about procrastinating. I can't tell you how many essays in college were written the night before. Oddly, I seemed to get the best grades on those. I've got ideas for my ficathon fics, but i haven't had a chance to work on them in earnest yet.

Hullo.

Umm. I don't know what to do with this thing now. Where is everyboddy? How do I find people. This feels like being wandering badly dressed and late into a formal dinner party where everyone has all been introduced to each other.

Help.

J

Finding pet friendly housing must be one of the circles of hell. I moved into a smallish apartment with a blue heeler two years ago. It was supposed to be for six months maximum. I thought it would try my patience but it was only six months. After two years of being constantly alerted to the doings of the neighbors above and beside us, I'm counting the minutes until we can move into our new place with no shared walls and a fenced back yard.