trahern

Oh crap, it's already October.

I think the tenth anniversary of my mother's death is in the next few days. Perhaps it's about time I stopped slacking and got some serious shit done. Preferably before I try to write fifty thousand words in November.

This weather sucks. I have enough difficulty leaving the house without the cold and the rain. Blegh. I've started using Noir's old hairdryer to warm up the bed before I get into it. When winter kicks in, nothing less than the hot water bottle teddy bear will do. One of the things I should get done is maintainance on the heater; it can do water just fine, but for some reason the pressure freaks if I try to heat the house for more than twenty minutes at a time.

Feeling terribly boring lately. Maybe I'll go to that tattoo convention in London this Friday, maybe make out with Nena for a while. If I can get myself out the damn door.

Edited to add: Warming up to the whole tattoo idea. For a while now I've had this idea for my left shoulder; but given the timing, I've come up with something I could do on the right that's much smaller. Something I could lose my tat virginity for.