Digital Eclipse

And I was having such a nice Sunday. (sigh) Making this quick because typing without my right ring finger is surprisingly awkward. So TL;DR version, we think we know how Richard got in: a locksmith, Literally that's the only way. So I pulled out a marker and wrote a big old DO NOT CUT KEY sign on the piece of wood blocking the window Richard busted, in the process getting myself stung by a wasp on the currently not-in-use ring finger. Also finally got a cop out to talk to me about Richard breaking in on Wednesday only to be told lol, nothing they can do because omg what if I left the house unlocked and well he didn't STEAL anything and blah blah fucking blah. Same thing goes for the stolen vehicle Richard is making use of. "He had access to the keys!" Because "HE'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE DRIVING IT" has no weight, I guess. :| They're refusing to do anything there, too. The only thing that came out of this mess was an official No Trespassing Warning given to Richard, which apparently no one had done on the previous FOUR CALLS. :| :| :|

So yeah. That was my "peaceful" Sunday. (sigh) 500 words of EBZ fic, a swollen wasp-stung finger and Richard got a stern talking to. GDI. Barricading the doors tonight. Funtimes.

Because my internet went on a drunken binge last night and would say it was connected and then not let me on. I updated my word count on the Nano sit by phone and then gave up. Tonight it looks like it may work, so... (crosses fingers)

Work has been a bit off the hinges. IT broke something we'd fixed at the start of the year, as IT tends to do, but unfortunately this is one of those things that everyone mistakes as my job. Even IT. >:[ So I spent a lot of time being yelled at by people, and a lot of time yelling at people. Not fun.

The cat has entered the "fuck with Mommy" stage of Pregnancy. At this point, I'm positive that everything she does is designed to either keep me from precious sleep or trick me into thinking she's about to give birth. And I fall for it every time.

Now, before I go into anything about... well, anything, I want you all to know that I'm pretty sure this is all valtyr's fault. I'm not sure how, but it usually is.

At my last reporting, I had reached 30,050 words. Yesterday, that was bumped up by 6,015, bringing me up to 36,065. Three dailies, almost four. That was... Not easy. There was cursing and a lot of yelling and last-second edits on the fly. valtyr, bless her, talked me down off the ledge a couple of times when things started to get sticky. My original plan fell through due to technofail. Seriously, I needed some sort of high tech gadget that would give me a reason for a live fire test, and I ended up going with something completely different that was literally impossible to test with explosives. :| But it was worked through, thank goodness, and I moved on to the Dramatic Climax.

By dint of working my ass off, today I tackled the first part of my Dramatic Climax. It's not yet downhill, but it's getting there, and I might even be able to pull a decent ending out of it. If you'd asked me yesterday how I felt about my planned ending, you may have heard the phrase "salt and burn". So yeah.

Anyway, because I seem to have left my self preservation instincts in my other jacket, today I forced out a whopping 8,957 words, which has done me the honor of having reached 45,022 total, another six dailies. And if I ever think this is a good idea again, someone please remind me of how badly my arm aches right now.

I'm not even sure how to handle my quotes this time. There's nine of them. Yeesh. I guess I'll pick small ones?
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