I probably ought to write all this stuff down.

( Angst chronicle. )

And I'd post something to one of the snark communities about rejecting one mainstream component of "relationship" and being shocked! horrified! dismayed! by people who reject different ones, but the people who are s!h!d! read the relevant community and I'm not even in a state where I could get some decent outrage out of it, just . . . y'know, that curl up into a ball thing.

I need to go down to the beach one of these nights and have a long talk with Netjer. And I need to sort out Wep Rompet in my head. I'm not going to do the blind thing and say it'll all be better after Wep Ronpet because it fucking won't unless I get my head in order, but . . . ngah.

I'm going to go to sleep now. It's late. It won't be any better in the morning, but at least I'll have the intervening time of not thinking about it. With luck I won't have dreams that wake me up in tears; I still haven't figured the last one out.

Because the earth is standing still
And the truth becomes a lie
A choice profound is bittersweet
No one hears Cassandra cry . . .

Whoops.

Lennon was an absolute pain in the ass. I put it down to 'we're low on kibble' and ignored it, because we're low on kibble.

Then I got up and saw that the lid to the snake tank was off.

Harrum.

Lennon was freaking out about the corner that Kunda hid in the other time he did the Jailbreak Snake routine, so I said, "Okay . . ." and peered into the cruft in that corner.

Little snakie head peers right back at me.

Okay.

Lock cats in loo, dismantle Wall O' Cruft between me and snake, extricate snake, wander around for a while with snake wrapped around forearm like a moving piece of modern art, inspect snake for injuries, return snake to enclosure, jury-rig latch fix, refill waterbowl, let cats out.

To do: refill his humidifier (he's got a bit of a stuck shed, which means it's almost certainly dry), do better latch fix.

I would be doing much better about parlaying this feeling of relief and accomplishment into productivity if I could breathe. Unfuck allergies.