I Will Prepare And Some Day My Chance Will Come

It's been a painful few days. This weekend was fun: got to hang with my dad, go out for dinner & a movie in Chinatown, and he helped keep the cats occupied, providing me with a much-needed reprieve. Sunday, however, I was offered a new job, and I therefore spent the last two days fighting with my apartment to figure out if I could take it, or if I had to ask for less money.

Yes, less.

I am in an affordable housing apartment. I can only make up to a certain amount per annum (think less than what a McDonald's server makes in a year) or I get kicked out of the program, and have to pay the monthly market price for my apartment (again, about what a McDonald's server makes in a year). I've always been so poor that I can't afford sparkling water, so it's never been an issue. However this new job offered me slightly over the cap...I asked if I could have the extra put into a fund for my commuting costs (very standard here in DC) or perhaps as a donation to my 401K. My apartment said no. I have a sneaking suspicion they did it just to be difficult. Grr.

So I finally talked to the job, asked for less money (they were bewildered, unsurprisingly), and squeezed out what little writing I could. Yesterday I managed 722 words, and I am only just preparing to begin today's writing. We'll see how it goes. Draco (one of my cats: a stray I recently rescued from the street) spent the entire night terrorizing Lily (my other cat, my belovéd lifelong companion), which kept me up. I used to think that sleep (and peace of mind, and the ability to actually unwind and relax) was for the weak. That was before I had to go without it (and without those others, too) for months on end. I can't stand it. I may have to find a nice family with young, active children to take in Draco. Driving me mad.

Anyway, must write. All that matters is the writing. Besides, I'm at a fun, dark bit. Should be exciting...if I don't pass out on the keyboard.

Working Title: Bryn & Mer: Nosce Te Ipsum
Word Count: 16,975
Writing Mode: Dogged (get it? It's a pun! Because we were talking about cats, and I described myself as 'dogged?' No? Is that even a pun? Oh god I don't know, I'm just so tired...dog tired.......)