2015 you can stop sucking at any time

It's only been three weeks but it's been nothing but death and dying. Grandma, friends losing friends and relatives, cancer among coworkers, chronic illnesses out of control and today a good student emails me to tell me he had to miss class to take his wife to the hospital because she was miscarrying and another has to miss class tomorrow for her chemo. Sigh.

I get home to find Kanda's butt covered with poop. It was still wet so I'm hoping he just had his explosion before I got there and didn't sit with a shitty ass on too many things. He was NOT pleased that I cleaned him up. Do. Not. Touch. Me. There!

I've been meaning to post these, my good things jar things from 2014 but 2015 has been so grim I didn't do it. Maybe if I do, there will be some light. So here are my good things jar items in no particular order.

( Cut because it might bore some of you. )

Yeah apparently the only really good things in my life are you guys and my writing.

Speaking of writing, 12 days writing challenge

Day 3: Write a setting based on the most beautiful place you’ve ever seen.

( My scene )

This can also be counted for the origfic_bingo prompt of 'pleasure.'

For this I had Quoddy Head in mind. It was very difficult for me to pick just one place.





And I just realized I have in print TWO misspelled words, Lumpeguin in Nothing but Himself and Ynys Mon in The Light of Winter. Sweet.

Day three of not enough hot water to wash hair. needs to get landlord here.

And here's Jana’s what’s up wednesday complete with Wednesday's reading meme too.

Ugh I had some soup and my stomach went instantly sour. Keep spitting up a little. I hate when my stomach gets in this mood especially on top of not sleeping. Today I had to get up early (fridays too) and from 3 AM to 6 I lay there going 'but what if the alarm doesn't go off!' omg go the fuck to sleep, brain.

declutter day 315 item tossed-‘necklace’ that attaches to buttons why kept-Came with a shirt why tossed -I know I don’t have that shirt

ETA - I forgot my dream. I no longer remember it all. I remember being in a story (or a small library) building puzzles with evil_little_dog & silvrethorn and I mean big puzzles. These would be like 5000 pieces and took up table tops. But someone kept moving them. I was getting mad. The ladies made me go home but when we got there it was weird. It was an art deco styled skyscraper (I assume we have an apt there) but at the top of the worn stone steps were huge golden elevator doors and I kept saying, 'can't you hear that? the elevator is falling' ELD and silverthorn kept telling me to hush.

Then next to us there was a service door/access panel opening in the steps. I got the weirdest feeling from it. I tried to get the ladies to leave with me, just get the hell out. ELD pointed out I had no shoes on so where could I run to? A lady in Victorian clothing walked up next to us and something grabbed her and she was pulled slo-mo into that opening. I could see other women writhing in there and I took off with or without ELD and silverthorn. I woke up then.

Fic - Riding the Rails

Title -- Riding the Rails
Author-- cornerofmadness
Disclaimer -- I don’t own them
Rating -- teen
Characters/Pairing --Amy/Sheldon
Word Count -- 487
Warning -- none
Summary -- Amy’s plans for the night are derailed by well, rails.
Author’s Note -- Happy holidays 2014 to bring_me_sugar. Oh and let’s pretend there is a Dave and Buster’s close to Pasadena (which I don’t think there is).

XXX
( Riding the Rails )