My head's been wet with the midnight dew

[rachg82]

Writer's block is such a crapstain on the face of life. I mean, really. I was doing so well on my fic there for a while, too, making steady progress again & even finally outlining the final bits, but now I'm trapped in another one of those "nothing sounds right!"-phases. Urgh.

Also: I'm bored. Very, very. But nothing sounds interesting. I hate when I get into one of these moods.

SIGH.

Okay, enough complaining. Here's a couple RL updates:

-I had my phone appointment with the SNAP folks today, then swung over there on the bus to drop off a copy of my ID & recent paystubs, and now it's all set. There's no money on the card they gave me yet, but it should be there on Monday. I'll have $80 for September (since the month's almost over already), and if I still have zero income in October then I'll get $200 for more food then. If unemployment does go through, the monthly amount will be $15. Which…isn't a lot, but even fifteen bucks can make a big difference when it comes to being able to eat for a couple more days. So, yeah. Whatever happens, this is at least one good thing.

-When I got home, there was a message on my machine from the unemployment department -- requesting a call back by Tuesday afternoon so they can make their decision. I called back immediately, but also got a voicemail & had to leave a message as well. I'll try again on Monday morning. Here's hoping the decision is made quickly (I didn't even expect a call yet, so maybe it won't take as long overall as I was advised) and in my favor.

-My apartment complex is being overrun by stray cats. Okay, not really OVERRUN, but there's a frakload of 'em. When I went to dump my trash in the dumpster the other night, something like six or more cats popped out of the shadows in unison & made a run for it. I was just like, "Whoa." Heh. Really, though, I feel bad for them. Management sent out a notice warning people not to leave food out--at risk of being fined if they do; if it weren't for that, I'd probably try to put a dish out or something, myself. I definitely can't take any in as pets, either, not just because of finances, but also because I'm allergic (growing up with a cat was good stuffy-nosed times, lemme tell you. Heh). It's just not practical. Poor putty-tats though. (Or Puss 'n Boots, as my family used to say. P.S. I wish these cats really did wear boots, because that'd be awesome.)

Anywhoozle, that's about it. For my VotD, here's some foxy ladies foxying about:

Comments

[crystalcazzie.livejournal.com]

We used to call Fury Puss in Boots because he had long hair on his body and upper back legs and short hair on his lower legs so it really did look like he was wearing boots.



The effect was best when he was walking away from you!

[rachg82.livejournal.com]

Dude, that cat is cute.