Best to be the Changing Water

So here it is, nearing three o'clock in the morning, and I am STILL AWAKE.

Beloved went to bed hours upon hours ago, somewhere around about eleven o'clock, and since I was sitting around in bed trying to converse with him and making mental lists of things that needed done, and neither one of us was going to get any sleep that way... I decided to get up and do some of the things that I was talking about doing, and let the poor boy get his sleep for work tomorrow.

First on the list? I've been doing some serious epic slacking (August of 2007, anyone?) with regards to some paperwork my trust needed in order to continue helping me pay for things. Things like, say, medical/dental bills. Or that school thing I'm looking into going to. Or the chiropractor I really really need to start seeing again. (More on that later.)

So now that I actually have a) my hard drive from the laptop that gave out on me (Nemu, my HP), b) an external enclosure for said hard drive, c) my old, broken Dell (poor Adrian!) with this year's tax forms, d) all the time in the world, and e) some motivation... I have attached both files to the email, promised a copy of my ID in the next week, written a rather more long-winded than intended email, and sent it! At.. around two-thirty in the morning. Go me. Rather high on the list of Things Not To Do at Two/Three am is "send an important email without proofreading it after some good sleep and a little more common sense."

Closely followed by "noisy cleaning/organizing of the apartment while your significant other is asleep, much like the rest of the apartment complex and most of the city", and various other things I have thus far had the prudence to avoid doing.

Most of the rest of my list of Things To Do actually has to be done during daylight hours, as it involves more interaction with the real world. Job hunting cannot be done at three in the morning, despite all wishes to the contrary. Nor can I go to Staples to print my resume and make a scan of my ID (can I even do that there? I may have to come home disappointed and dredge up Beloved's scanner and all the bits for it), or start finding peculiar and awesome places to build pieces of my wire shelving unit.

I also need to get the apartment in some semblance of order if I plan to seriously host Halloween here, and clear out/organize the office so that we can get the apartment manager to come in and fix the heater before it gets really cold again. It's a wee bit cluttered in here as it is right now.

I also need to finish unpacking the suitcase from my trip (yes, I haven't done that yet), and get the bedroom all put away neat and out of the way so I don't have to worry about it. More things to be gotten rid of, more things to consolidate and organize, and for that matter, more things simply to unpack! The entire living room/entertainment system hasn't been properly unpacked and set up yet; the DVD player is still in the boxes of electronics in the office.

There are pens to test and throw out if found lacking, games and DVDs to alphabetize, cabinets and drawers to organize! Furniture to rearrange, carpets to vacuum, floors to-- oh, frell. I forgot to put Swiffer wet cloths on the Costco list before we went this morning. Oh well. We've got Clorox wipes somewhere, those'll do.

MY HICCUPS HAVE COME BACK AGAIN. I have had the hiccups off and on ALL DAY today. And so far, nothing I've done has successfully gotten rid of them except for waiting them out. Suck.

In any case, it's now coming up on.. nay, passing, even, four o'clock in the morning. And yet I'm still awake. Still going, though I'm tired I am by no means sleepy. My back hurts, as I seem to have injured myself somehow (probably that accursed couch, it lures me in with the comfy and then when I get up again it's all aches and pains). It appears to be centered somewhere between my upper thigh and my middle back, twinging when I move in certain ways, aching when I sit weird, and generally making things difficult.

Ooh! A yawn! The first of many. I am beginning to think I could actually sleep if I went now, though I'm terribly afraid I will lose my drive to work and do and clean, if I sleep now. Three hours and Beloved will be up to get ready for work. Four and a half, and my alarm would ordinarily be going off.

I wonder, should I turn it off now, or let it wake me and decide then? I might get by on short sleep tonight, if it helps me get things done and then rest well tomorrow night. If the alarm doesn't make me want to hide from the light of day, that is. Noon is optimal sleep if I go now, which seems really ridiculous when I consider my usual schedule.

Ah, well. Whenever I get up, I get up. And hopefully, I will be rested and ready to continue the awesomeness which I have begun tonight!

I shall now take the cat, and go. Good night, all! ♥!

And the child wants to return to Wonderland. Beauty in the night air, comfort from the cold, but yet the adventure awaits.

Always waiting. Follow the Cheshire Cat, and not the Rabbit, child. The Rabbit is always late, though he hurries; it'll do you no good to learn from that. Follow the magic, mind your manners, and don't forget the nursery rhymes of your youth.

Yes, those ones, no not that, you've got them all wrong, child. Speak up, speak up, you're so timid you'll never be heard in all this din. Only that Cat might hear you, sitting on your shoulder as he is.

What, you didn't notice? He weighs as much as a grin, and that's all, my dear, or didn't you know?

Sometimes, little Alice, things are not always what they seem. Smile back at the moon.


She glances at the cigarette in her hand, wonders if she's had a bit too much to drink tonight. The woman speaks to her, but the words roll over and she doesn't remember what her responses are. The edges of everything are off, the world seen through gaussian blur, except the crescent moon in the spring sky. Between the clouds, it hangs sharp edged and oddly familiar, she finds herself staring up as the woman's voice fades, and she wakes up to the sound of her blaring alarm clock. Her head is pounding in time with her heartbeat, aching and fierce, and there's a strange sense of something missing but she can't figure out what.

She writes it off as another bizarre drunken dream that she's forgotten in the early moments of waking, and goes on about her life, never knowing who she is, never knowing where she's been.


~FIN~

Hell if I know where this came from, guys. But here it is. Random ass Alice fic, about ten or fifteen minutes in the writing of it, and no editing. Happy Cheshire Moon to y'all.

*Wanders off to bed, as she has to be up before the sun for work tomorrow.*

I have just done what might be the funniest thing in a long while.

I'm sitting here, reading SPN fic (Dean/Castiel, Mmm) and drinking my egg nog, which has a very very tiny amount of rum in it. (All of this was intended to help me get my insomniac ass to sleep, so I can get up and work tomorrow.)

And there is another glass next to mine, with about two gulps of something in it. Milk? Something. I don't know. It was KK's drink, it doesn't matter what's in it.

I moved hers behind mine so I could stop reaching past it to get my drink..

THIS WAS MY FIRST MISTAKE.

I then, reading and not looking at the glasses, picked hers up instead of mine.

And took a drink.

And promptly SPAT IT BACK INTO THE GLASS. In sheer surprise and "Woah! That's not what I was drinking!"

After which I stare for a moment at the last two gulps of a White Russian, now with my spit added, and start to laugh uncontrollably. All I can think of at that moment is Dogma, and Metatron spitting his tequila because angels aren't allowed to drink. Followed by "omg I just spit in KK's drink.."

So then, I tell my mother, because she's looking confused about my laughter.

Her reaction? "You might as well drink it now."

"Yes, since it now has my spit in it. White russian, now with SPIT."

Her screen nearly took a nice spray of water, too.

My duty here is done. And I've added the drink (with SPIT) to my egg nog.

Mmmm; kahlua, rum, and egg nog. =D With SPIT.

I'm still laughing.

Great. Big. Fucking. Sign.


I don't get it. I really, really don't get it.


"So, you know when you kissed me goodnight last week...? Well... that was kinda my first kiss with a girl."


My brain: "Ahahahahaha.. wait. You're serious?" AND "Ahahahaha, so what, you've only ever kissed guys before? 8D"

And then: "Waitasecond. So that means you're a... Oh fuck."


What came out my mouth: "Haha, really? ..You're so oddly sheltered. It's kind of cute. n.n;"


Now: "NOT. A. FUCKING. CHERRY. CHASER. No. Just.. wtf? Universe. You must hate me. Do I have a GREAT BIG FUCKING SIGN OVER MY HEAD?!?"

Universe: "Why yes. It says 'I Fuck Virgins' in big glowing neon flashy letters. Why do you ask? It's just next to the one that says 'I talk to crazy people'. Have fun with your life!"

*Headdesk.*

Plus side: He's cute, sweet, geeky, reasonably open-minded, and incredibly bright. Now the big question: What sort of crazy is he? =D

Tune in another time for the answer. As soon as I find out. e.e

But for now, it's bedtime. Cause I've gotta work tomorrow.

I believe the words "I hate my life" come to mind.

I woke up to a strange red-orange glow outside my window.

"It's too early for the sunrise," I think. So I sit up, stretch, reach for the blinds.

And it's fucking snowing like crazy.

Geez, I only slept for four hours. Did this start before I fell asleep? Cause, dayum. Lotta snow.

Dx I don't want to go to work in this. I'm going to have to steal my heavy coat back from KK.

Siiiigh.

Oh dear me.

He plays Akito very nicely too.

Hee. Of course, this was only discovered from a sudden inkling to play Kureno that I had. And, with noone else online, and nobody that I felt was worthy of my Kureno-ness, I asked him to attempt Akito.

And oh my, he plays a fabulously just-possessive-enough God of the zodiac.

I think I shall throw it in the entry, what we've done so far.. It isn't much, but very lovely characterization anyways. In case anyone wants to see. (Mind his grammar is a little off, and his syntax is strange, but if you can overlook that, ( click the cut.) )
*Purrs softly.* I should sleep on that, hmm~ Get some rest before work tomorrow. Yess~ Unless he posts again~

*Meanders off.*