It’s not as warm as summer. Which is the main thing I like about autumn. I also like the trees changing colours, and the rain (well, when I am not outside in it, of course.)
What I also like about this time of year is that November is right around the corner, and that means that NaNoWriMo is right around the corner. I don’t know whether to be happy or terrified about this.
*sneaks in link to her writing side-blog*
I am about done with my room. Still have stuff in the next room that I want to sort through, but the main room is done. I even shifted the bed closer to the window, moved the stuff I had stored under it, vacuumed the newly uncovered bits, and now have floor-space. I am feeling accomplished. And tired.
And I have Thoughts on the SPN-finale, but they need to percolate a bit more.
This is the song that never ends. It just goes on and on my friend!
In other words, I am still not done. Almost done with my room, and planning on moving the bed closer to the window once I’ve cleared the stuff I’ve got there. But I am progressing, and better than I thought I would when I started. I am feeling very accomplished, even though I am not done yet.
We think. It’s hard to tell. It seems to be the nozzle that’s not working correctly. Dad changed it about 4 times, and it still isn’t working. Air keeps escaping. We’re running out of options here.
And it isn’t a leak. That has been checked as well, multiple times.
And in what I said yesterday, I obviously meant that I still have 7.5 years to go before I am rid of this debt. Because that’s how life works. A never-ending series of debts.
I am halfway through paying off my student-loans. Go me!
I’ve been rereading my old journals. Did I have some piss-poor handwriting back in the day. I wish I could say I had improved over time, but that is sadly not the case.
So my bike has a flat tire, and Dad’s has also broke down. This is something of a coincidence. I wonder if they were in cahoots about this.
Bikes don’t have brains, last I looked, but I could be wrong. They could be keeping them in the chain-box or something. I don’t know, and I am not going to ask them. It’s unseemly to ask someone where they keep their brains. Like you’re accusing them of not having one.
Summer is about to end (yes, I know that it doesn’t end until September. Let me have my comforts, small as they may be), and it’s going out with a bang, it seems.
Today and tomorrow are going to be swelteringly hot. As in, above 30ºC hot. I am going to melt. I am melting. But I start overheating once the temperature hits double digits, so that’s not hard.
I just filled in tax-forms to get money back from the government. I always feel like I’ve fucked up, and I’ll be therefor be visited by inspectors wanting their money back, plus ridiculous interest-rates. I know, that’s all in my head, but I am always very nervous when dealing with the government.
And I activated my governmental digital inbox. The IRS is going to phase out their blue envelopes, and is going to send their mail electronically. I feel so accomplished.