The computer was the last thing out of the old apartment and the last thing in to the new apartment. When I got Thalia through the door, I declared, "This apartment is now a home." There was much giggling and unpacking and silliness.
I had an unexpected prompt to examine who, exactly, I ought to be a cleric of, based on my clerical skills. So I started going over my clerical skills. "Let's see... I listen to people, I have these divinitory insights, and ... oh, fuck." I started laughing and hid under a blanket and wouldn't come out for a while.
Turns out that while Eris and Aphrodite may not be speaking to each other very often, they're both talking to me. Oy vey?
I got paperwork done this afternoon, and got a surprising amount of stuff put away. I'm feeling surprisingly adult through all this. I'm 24 years old, I've been raising a child for the past four years, I'm holding down a decent job with a shiny-new supervisory position (yikes!), and I've got more steady writing done in the past while than in a long time.
My head's falling apart right now, and I can't focus on anything. I've been 'net-deprived all day, and I've had posts brewing to type up and queue, but Thalia hasn't been booted up all day, and I've not been productive all day.
I should probably be over helping dustraven and trystan_laryssa, but I haven't gotten up the non-pain in the legs or the motivation to do that. I probably need to get back home, because I have a lot of unpacking to do.