Under Pressure

[itsallovernow]

Hallelujah, Remix is done done. Beta'd, reviewed, and as soon as I figure out a title, off to it's home in the virtual sky.

Doc says the deafness may linger for up to a month. This makes me... unhappy. Deeply, deeply, unhappy.

In the world of far too much information about the way my brain works, I panicked last week when the gas station rejected my ATM card, and put everything on my already weeping credit cards so I wouldn't get another overdraft. M. called today to say the Gas Company wouldn't take payments over the phone, so with a deep pained breath, I checked my bank balance, and then swore a blue streak. Frelling gas station was just being evil, and I have plenty to cover my bills and can happily go home early and drive my ass to the gas company to make sure we have gas. Yes, I'm going to ignore the fact that they're going to turn it off today if I don't. The fact that I couldn't bring myself to face a potential negative balance and leapt to conclusions instead of dealing with reality is sadly the truth about me and my relationship with money. I keep thinking it's going to change, and when I'm stressed I fall back to that lovely and idiotic default position of denial.

I promise no more whining about real life. As we speak, I am contemplating a post of sexuality on screen (not as in hetero or homo, but in the sexual lives of onscreen characters), prompted by denyeverything1's thoughts on Firefly and mosca's equally interesting thoughts on writing (and reading) sex scenes in fic.

And for those of you out there who are having a tough time of it lately, I'm so very sorry, wish I could have come out of my crankiness and self pity to offer some words of comfort but my thoughts have definitely been with you. As for the rest of you, who have been fonts of support for me, thank you. It really is so very appreciated.

Comments

drabbly {{hugs}}

[raithen.livejournal.com]

Giles used to make her train blindfolded. It "honed her skills," he said. And she had to admit that his training wasn't all bad - she'd survived, mostly, well, sorta, well, she was HERE anyway.

But she'd never had to train with earplugs in. She hadn't realized how much she relied on sound to guide her. Even when she could see her opponent, she was also always listening, using the echoes of movement, the swishes of a body in motion to help her choose her next move.

And even though she was fighting for her life anymore, even though there were slayers around the world to help her, she cursed that lack of training. And she cursed the ear infection which made the world sound like it was happening wrapped in cotton wool.

And she ROUNDLY cursed the Tube, which was crowded during rush hour. She kept getting bumped, and people kept cursing her in an accent she had troubling understanding at the best of times. She feared she would keep Giles waiting. And she would be sure to tell him that he could have trained her better for life.

Re: drabbly {{hugs}}

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Thanks honey:) That was fun!!