If the stopgap oil holds out, which it will need to do until the 18th (the 15th was the most optimistic estimate) then I will be getting a respectable amount of oil and I will have the money to pay for it.
I screwed up something somewhere so I'd be a bit short in spite of definitely having enough, but Christmas was recent and that resulted in some incoming funds. Not much, but enough.
If the stopgap oil holds out.
I haven't been well. I've been stressed and tired and low on energy and I still want to curl myself up into a ball and cry until the world leaves me alone, but that doesn't detract from the fact that the previous is a very good thing. Another disaster (probably) averted.
Arisia starts Friday. Given that every penny I have needs to be saved to pay for heating oil (in cash, if you were wondering) on the 18th, I'm not exactly going to be able to buy anyone a stuffed squid this time around, nor make children's short sighted dreams come true.
That's fine. Keeping my house livable (the boiler would burst without heating oil to keep it from freezing over at night) is more than worth not having little things like . . . what did I even pay for?
I've still got the pendant watch I got myself. It's an owl, which means Athena, which reminds me of a friend from university since she's his patron. I think I loaned money for the munchkin weasel to get that brass telescope. Like the pendant it has yet to be lost. She still uses it.
There were other things.
I . . . feel so fucking useless. I'm not going to look at how long it's been since I wrote fiction because I think it'd be too depressing.
I'll see what I released first-on-patreon and then never got around to releasing over here. Then I can get some content to whoever still follows this. You deserve content, even though I'm not producing anything.
I screwed up something somewhere so I'd be a bit short in spite of definitely having enough, but Christmas was recent and that resulted in some incoming funds. Not much, but enough.
If the stopgap oil holds out.
I haven't been well. I've been stressed and tired and low on energy and I still want to curl myself up into a ball and cry until the world leaves me alone, but that doesn't detract from the fact that the previous is a very good thing. Another disaster (probably) averted.
Arisia starts Friday. Given that every penny I have needs to be saved to pay for heating oil (in cash, if you were wondering) on the 18th, I'm not exactly going to be able to buy anyone a stuffed squid this time around, nor make children's short sighted dreams come true.
That's fine. Keeping my house livable (the boiler would burst without heating oil to keep it from freezing over at night) is more than worth not having little things like . . . what did I even pay for?
I've still got the pendant watch I got myself. It's an owl, which means Athena, which reminds me of a friend from university since she's his patron. I think I loaned money for the munchkin weasel to get that brass telescope. Like the pendant it has yet to be lost. She still uses it.
There were other things.
I . . . feel so fucking useless. I'm not going to look at how long it's been since I wrote fiction because I think it'd be too depressing.
I'll see what I released first-on-patreon and then never got around to releasing over here. Then I can get some content to whoever still follows this. You deserve content, even though I'm not producing anything.
Take care of yourself. You're more important than stories.
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