Dog, proofreading ZURCH! is killing me… I changed the ending to PARIS!, which did, as expected, require a rewrite of the majority of the fucker. This Cabin Pressure trilogy is going to be the death of me.
On a happy note, we’re finally getting the REAL Zurich episode. Finnemore has confirmed that the original cast will come back for the series ender, too. I just hope it ends with Martin staying at MJN…
Plus, I’m 16 days into NaNoWriMo, so I need the extra distraction. Right? Right! Why the fuck not?
Finally, Friday, I started to feel like a human again.
I went out to breakfast with D and we talked about how bad it sucked to be let go while Junior ran off to China to work for Daddy.
I interviewed with the recruiter for the part time / full time / temp to perm position. He’s going to try and get me in front of the company ASAP. Actually, for as fucked up as it sounds, its actually a good position and has a LOT of potential for someone who gets bored easily. I guess we’ll see. The recruiter was wicked excited about me being a good fit for them, so I’ve got my fingers crossed…
Drove to Saratoga Springs for a night with my Albany family. It was, as always, exactly what I needed when I needed it. If I wasn’t hell bent on leaving the country, I might have seriously considered shifting my job search to Albany…
But it’s time for my next adventure, the hubby’s on board with the decision, and Universe willing, I’ll find out that I really am Polish-American. (Dear universe, please, please, please, let me know what I can do to ensure Polish citizenship. I have a career counsellor ready to help me update my CV, I have an immigration solicitor ready to smooth out any rough edges. And uh, I’ve been doing a passable job of writing British-English fan fic according to one of my new friends on AO3, so there’s that, too. I’ll be pre-assimilated! Is that even a thing? It is now… all I need is that EEA/EU citizenship. )
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know I’m really Ukrainian, but that’s not going to help me any since they’re not in the EEA/EU.
Feeling like shit again today.
Last week was a roller coaster and it really fucked me up. I felt just well enough to have one good day and then I relapsed.
Eh, yesterday was so fucking awesome, it’s worth it to be all headachey and miserable again today.
jawn noticed my cheekbones
It seems so weird to me that two of my most favourite people in the world share a birthday, but maybe it shouldn’t.
I’ve known them both for just about the same amount of time, but I’ve only met one of them in person.
That situation really needs to rectify itself.
BEFORE I move across the ocean and live near the one I’ve already met.
I’m just sayin’ that there are plenty of haunted spots in New England that are worthy of exploration…
At any rate, I’m lucky that they exist. (And that they share the same birthday so it’s easier to remember.)
I’ve been more active on AO3 lately, trying to take the edge off the boredom and make some new friends… it’s paying off in terms of exposure. In the past week, my Johnlock has gotten about 50 - 100 new hits.
Current stats, so I can compare in the future:
PARIS: 10 subscribers, 504 hits, 23 kudos, 2 comment threads, 3 bookmarks
HARTFORD: 10 subscribers, 433 hits, 23 kudos, 8 comment threads, 3 bookmarks
IT WAS ALWAYS THERE: 1 subscriber, 1018 hits, 11 kudos, 0 comment threads, 3 bookmarks
My favourite Buckeye fan: You know I love ya, ya crazy ass
Me: I think you meant to say crazy assHOLE. Wouldn’t want people to think I’m going soft in my old age.
Me: There’s a dick joke in there somewhere.
My favourite Buckeye fan: There’s always a dick joke in there somewhere ha ha
Me: Seeing how I’ve been writing pr0n all day, it’s more like there’s always a dick somewhere!
Me: Rule # 4 of NaNo: When in doubt, write pr0n.
Me: Susie sat on the edge of the bed and licked her lips when Johnny pulled out his ding dong. “Oh, baby, I want that in my mouth.”
Me: He pulled the chocolatey treat out of its wrapper and gently placed it in her mouth. “Oh, baby, that tastes so good!”
Ed. note: this was supposed to refer to the yummy Hostess Ding Dong.
Me: What? Food pr0n is still pr0n. LMAO.
Me: So, when I told my personal trainer about the food pr0n, she thought I was referring to a black guy. EVEN BETTER!
Yup. I’ve officially lost my mind. How many days left? *grin*
THIS is why i drive to albany (and other places) as much as i do.
NaNo starts on Friday, and I have a very busy weekend so it’s not going to get off to a great start.
I think the Zodiac storyline is going to be difficult to pull off and maybe I should stick to the 30 Day OTP Challenge. I’m so frustrated by my indecision that it’s disgusting. I haven’t done a thing to prep more for the Zodiac fic other than doing some quick one shots and 221Bs to get back in the habit of writing Johnlock. ARGH!
In other news, I have two interviews tomorrow, Frankenstein (staring Benedict Cumberbatch!!!!!!!) that night, BU hockey on Friday, and Black Mountain Symphony on Saturday. PLUS another interview on Monday.
(When it rains it pours, but I’m not complaining.)
The title of the last entry (“I write because I don’t know what else to do with myself”) came from a diary entry I wrote during a very bad time. If you couldn’t tell, I write kind of balls out when I get all deep and personal. It’s worse when I write offline because I know no one will ever see that.
I love that line so much that I can’t even… It’s so true.
Off to go look for more jobs. And do laundry. And proofread “PARIS”. And research the two companies I’m interviewing with tomorrow.
I don’t think my life could get more exciting.
The tube station is Tower HILL. TOWER HILL. Not Tower Bridge.
Spent a good chunk of yesterday with a massive sinus headache. Couldn’t knit because of the hole in my finger, decided not to read fan fic because all it did was make me want to write more, couldn’t read an actual book because I couldn’t focus on the plot, couldn’t even really focus on the TV.
SO. FUCKING. BORED.
About the only useful thing I did was skim a London tour book I had looking for creepy spots to place bodies. I found quite a few.
It’s really a shame that we’re not going to London before NaNo, because I’d really like to check out the body dump sites for myself.
(HI, US GOVERNMENT! Now that you’re done being children and have time to get back to more important things, are you loving my google searches on writing gay sex, the differences between a .9MM handgun and a .38, blood spatter, knives, serial killers and best places to dump a body in London yet? You’ll notice, too, that I’ve been googling ways to leave the country. I’m sure you’ll put two and two together and get seven, but I wouldn’t expect any less of you morons.)
side note: tumblr claims ‘Merlin’ is more homoerotic than ‘Sherlock’. With lines like “You’re not going to put it in my mouth!” “I am, and you’re going to swallow!” I can see why.
Speaking of leaving the country… woke up this morning excited to continue my UK job search. I’m also going to look into UK colleges/universities and research MBA programs today.
I have a friend on FB (a guy I knew during my entire journey through the Manchester public school system, but that’s really as far as it went) who is fascinated by my expat-ing progress. (Yeah. I made a word. Deal with it.) I’ve been discussing it with him pretty in-depth and it’s kind of cool to be able to have those discussions with him.
But I don’t bring that up to talk about becoming an expat, because really, it’s all right there in the first sentence of this section. I bring it up because out of my 91 (92 once I add N’s wife) friends on FB, most of them are people I was - at best - acquaintances with. Now through the magic of the internet and bipolar meds, I’m able to form lasting relationships. REAL friendships. I keep my FB friends under 100 on purpose. If you make the cut, it means you’re really important to me. (Aaaaaawwwwww! Schmoop!)
I think it’s Facebook’s only real value to me right now because I’m losing interest in being on the site all day every day. (Proof that I’m ready to rejoin the living and get out of this depression?)
While we’re talking schmoop, I had some pretty intense Marlas dreams last night. Nothing but fluff… lots of fluff. Couch cuddles and top of head kisses. Bears polar and the seven dwarfs. Sitting around the portacabin making fun of Carolyn. Playing charades with Arthur (even though we all know that’s a TERRIBLE idea.) Just being cute.
Dog, I miss them. A lot.
I really had no idea how much I missed them until they were gone.
I don’t want to waste all that time I’ve spent doing the research for the casefic, but I’m really leaning towards doing the 30 Day OTP Challenge for NaNo.
Anything to spend more time with my boys…