Oh, hi!

[blamebrampton]

So in a very brief recap, I was made redundant and sent off with enough money to not work for a while, so I've taken July off. I might take August off, too, I'm going to play it by ear. After working like a maniac and stressing myself into a pretzel for years, I am very much enjoying not working and have instead been gardening, making things, learning to play the mandolin and writing my own stories. And realising how stressed I had been. You'll not be surprised to learn I seem to no longer have a stomach ulcer. Also, totally failing to be a good communicator. Emma, I will get those things to you! Oceaxe, I'm crap and keep failing to get back to you. Pretty much everyone, sorry!

All cats are still alive, the garden is coming along nicely: tomorrow I plant late potatoes! I keep meaning to write about politics or world events, but the short version is 'Oh, for fuck's sake…', so let's just say instead that I went to the dog park with doggy friends on the weekend and a pug climbed into my lap, as did a basset hound/laborador cross and I met a tiny tiny French bulldog puppy. Good day.

Which brings me to a poll!
[Poll #2050633]

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[oceaxe.livejournal.com]

Ulcer meds are Famotidine for me, and it really works like magic. One minute pain, next minute nothing. Of course, I'd probably not have to take it if I laid off the coffee, sugar, fried foods, alcohol, etc... but then I'd have to take up cocaine and heroin, so what's the point?

Oh man, I binge-read Cursed Child last night and all my fics wheels stopped spinning. I feel a bit scared, actually - not sure how to deal with the new information but so intrigued by it that I can't ignore it. I feel like the world has been reset. And I have a fest fic due in a month that I've outlined and was excited to start writing, that I almost feel has been jossed. Even more nervous for Erised, now.