SNOW!

About four inches, all told. Sadly, it's not sticking as much as it could. Sigh.

It is, however, making everything look damned nice.

Snow, the great equalizer.

I should go to bed. Sleep good.

Oh!

Watched a Daria marathon. For once, MTV does something right. Mmmm. 8 hours of sarcastic deadpan humour.

And a musical episode. *snicker*

Again, I say, Taps is SO Daria. It's sorta scary...

Screw the ramen!

Y'know, the worst thing about working the overnight shift is that I come home, and I'm still awake. Ish.

The second worst is, curling up and starting to drift off, when your mind suddenly prods you. For I'd forgotten to take care of someone's cats last night. Sigh.

So, I check. Nope. Not awake nor steady enough to drive. They'll survive another 4-6 hours, while I sleep. It's only the litter box and food and water... Nothing life-threatening.

Except I now feel horribly guilty.

After all, I'm supposed to be responsible and shit. But there's the fact that I'm worried all the time about things. Like, are we going to make rent? I know I'm paying the electric bill (thank god we're fairly frugal, there). My sister's got the gas taken care of.

And I have to postpone (once again) purchasing my tickets for Galley. Which sucks. But I can live with it, I think, because I can try again in two weeks--and I should get my tax return then, too.

I am going to Gallifrey. I refuse to give it up. No-way, no-how. I've been saying I want to go four THREE years. I've missed it due to lack of funds every single time.

Alryssa's going to be there. I haven't seen Ryss for, for... since 1998, November. The last Visions. I missed her wedding, I missed her birthdays.... I've known her since 97. I want to see her again, she's fun. And the other denizens of #drwhochat who will be there.

Sadly, there will be no Alden. It's a little harder for him to get here, though. He lives in New Zealand.

Hrm.

I have raisin bran. Life is... sort of good.