adjusting

[keladry_lupin]

Got my holmestice assignment. I shall spend the evening looking at my recipient's work to determine taste and preferences (it's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it) and then start on a battle plan. I signed up on impulse, and I haven't participated in any fests other than sshg_exchange, so I must double check the fest rules -- there are no prompts, just preferences.

Must keep plugging along on the current projects, though. Self discipline is not one of my strong suits, but I've been doing rather well over the last couple weeks. For me, anyway.

I feel like I'm fumbling when it comes to adjusting to life with one Beastie Boy. I know that Sunday was real, of course, but my brain is weird. I have had to remind myself twenty times since Monday that Boo-Cat won't be waiting when I get home. I'm more irritated than sad half the time, like he's hiding under the bed or in the closet to be contrary, but of course he isn't. Weird.

I've had several life changes recently, with Boo-Cat and Phil gone in the space of a month being the biggest. (Exactly a month, actually; I set Phil free on 16th September, and Boo died on 16th October.) Into the Woods cast members are moving on to other plays -- our Rapunzel's Prince has been cast in another Mysterium play, for which I am very excited, and our Witch, Stepmother, Baker, and Baker's Wife are in productions at other community theaters. I don't think I've gone out once since Woods closed. Just writing and cleaning and stuff.

Got a call from the bank; someone in Jersey City used my debit card number to get cash. (Die in a fire, thief.) Now my account is overdrawn (temporarily), and I spent 45 minutes at the bank filling out forms. It'll be two weeks before I get a new debit card, and while it's inconvenient, I just remember the days before ATMs and point-of-sale terminals and shall write a check for cash on pay day.

I seem to be entering a black phase in my sartorial preferences again. (This last skirt-girly-pink phase didn't last long at all.) Black emphasizes the dark circles under my eyes, but I like it anyway, and it goes with everything except navy. Including my mood.

Now that it's Wednesday afternoon, I can look forward to the weekend. Mom's coming home for one night, which is better than nothing. I'm buying a pair of boots and a skirt come payday. (All the winter clothes coming out is yet another thing I adore about autumn.) I'll have time to shop and clean properly and start my holmestice project and write without sacrificing sleep.