The He's Not Here Lounge

Bleah. My car's brakes are making a disturbing sound. So I took it to my mechanic. I know he'll give me a good deal. He's wonderful that way. But I'm so broke it hurts anyway. And the trade off for the inexpensive mechanic is that he often takes a long time. So I wonder if I'll have it back in time for the weekend. I had birthday plans. Sort of. Probably just as well, 'cause I am so broke it hurts.

I want to cry, because I just found out that a friend is starting a new D&D game. Rock invited, me not. And of course, to top it off, their first session will be. On my fucking birthday.

Introducing Chilicola kevani.

My dad has had a species named for him. I always wanted this to happen.





http://www.winnipegfreepress.com/business/agriculture/guelph-researcher-is-the-bees-knees-newly-discovered-species-named-after-prof-137212498.html

I am so tired of being sad and angry.

Poor Foetus is still a little stressed  from the move. I've not yet unpacked all that much and my mirror is just leaned against a wall, amid a bunch of boxes of whatnot. I just recently got my bed assembled up here and allowed her access to that area. The mirror scared her while she was sneaking about and she just spent several minutes snarling and yowling at it. I had to follow the sound to find her in the maze of boxes and it took a while for me to locate her and determine why she was carrying on. When I figured out what was going on I tapped the glass, said, "It's not real," and covered the mirror with a cloth. Fee peered around behind both mirror and cloth and then looked at me like I'd done a magic trick.

I am so damn tired. And I haven't even moved fish yet.

Once that's done, and the piano is gone, I'll be. Almost moved?

I'm happy the piano found a home. Not just with people who will love to have it, but with people who have a child who's keen, and who cannot, right now, possibly afford to buy a piano.