Random Ramblings CCXIX · 8:29am Jan 6th, 2018
IN WHICH I NIGHT-MODE
Longtime followers of mine crazy enough to read my blogposts might have noticed that I write the vast majority of these posts in, what is for me, the middle of the night. That's because I've always felt I work best at night. Anywho, I'm liking Night-Mode. Also, News, Everyone!! Follow me below the jump.
As promised, I have started work on my annual Mayor Mare story. Of course I have a two-week deadline to finish it. I'm pretty sure I can do it. Hopefully this one will have slightly less politics than the last one, which was basically me going on a "I-Have-A-PoliSci-Degree" rant for half the story and then spending the second half trashing Donald Trump Orangeglow with his own words.
You may recall that Orangeglow is dead in my EQG continuity but alive in Pony continuity. At this point, he's basically the malevolent antagonist who rarely appears but whose actions bring hell upon everyone, just like the man he's based upon.
This story will be a spiritual sequel to a capital offense, so I guess I'd better make that one public as soon as I can. What would be a good day? Later today? Eh, everyone uploads on the weekends, so I'd expect to quickly fall down the list and not be read. But would that even matter? I do these for y'all, but I also write them for me. Even now, readers are still finding my old stories (no idea how) and enjoying them.
Anyway, ALL of my Mayor Mare stories take place within the same continuity because I'm about as sane as her, which is not at all.
That's enough on the writing front. Now to personal issues. I am now in Week Two of my mother living with me. In that time, she has (as expected), cleaned 90% of my home from top to bottom. The problem is that she's often too efficient, tossing or moving things before I get a chance to interject. She's also a empath, so she was worried about my dad -- from whom she's been divorced for nearly 12 years but is in poor health. She's emotional, and gets onto me for only thinking about myself (I'm guilty of this, but I also paid for us to see Star Wars and then bought her an $80 cinema gift card). She said she'd be fine with "[My] house, [my] rules", but I think she's chafing. She complains about cooking -- she offered. I still do my own laundry. She's used to spending hours watching MSNBC, but I don't have TV and don't need it, so she's been trying to find ways to occupy herself most days of the week. We've both been taking advantage of the public library downtown, but she's been blowing through her items so quickly she gets bored.
She also gets onto me for sleeping a lot. That's one of the side-effects of my medications. Hell, go through my blogposts from last year as I was getting used to the meds -- I slept through most of February. It's honestly amazing I was able to write as much as I did last year. But, again, I work best at night.
She likes to keep busy. I don't. I've always been kinda lazy. I won't deny this. I can take a certain amount of stimulus and then I'm done for the day. I like to spend a lot of time alone. At least she has friends locally she can have coffee or lunch with. I don't even have that. My friends have spread out all over the world. The girl who isn't my ex that I've been madly in love with for 20 years lives in Chicago -- I never asked her out because I consider her too good for me. She's going for a Ph.D in my field. School nearly killed me from stress -- she wants me to go to grad school. I could do it academically (just like I'm reasonably certain I could make it through law school if I wanted), but I'm not sure I'd physically survive it. After all, I'm so fucked up I can't hold down a job, am terrified of HR people, and have a phobia of résumés and interviews. Also PTSD over checking the mailbox because of my mother.
But, y'know, it's a process. I'll post ACO soon and then, in two weeks, my Mayor Mare story
Peace out!
I’m glad for the good and sorry about the bad in your current situation. I hope things keep improving, though. Sometimes you speak so lowly of yourself; I suppose we ultimately don’t know each other that well, but I think there’s beauty in all of us, and you’ve always struck me as a decent sort besides.
Anyway, I’m still trying to come back from my long period of uselessness—which I’m sorry has coincided with the timeframe when Recovery has been sitting needing work.
I can start looking at that this weekend, if you still want or need me. Can you refresh me on the links?
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Will do. Gonna send that PM right now.