I meant to do tags today but fuck cleaning the old place (and finishing the packing of the kitchen and my room plus moving that) has kicked my (and errantwritings's) ass. like I've taken two multihour naps today on purpose and from like 1430 to 2200 slept when that was supposed to be a NAP

Can my characters cook?

make assumptions about me or my characters

ask me!

Character ages:

I don't want to pack anymore (tough I have to)

my hip is killing me. cat's shoulder is killing her. Scotty is acting like his hips are hurting him. it's the snow shower we are getting but boooo winter

so far today I have sneezed and bashed my phone into my forehead (it's not bruised but fuck does it feel bruised) and went to wash my face in the sink only to have the old man cat launch himself out of the cat crate under the sink directly into my shin (SCOTTY WHY).

I need to: pack, sell my car and get a new used one, work, do a lot of insurance shit for my dad. over the next month.

I don't have the TIME

zenni came!