Guess who’s unemployed?
It was only a matter of time considering the job market for any sucker who has ‘writer’ or ‘artist’ or ‘Hey You Can Probably Hit a Button and Make a Bot Spit Up Something Instead of Paying Someone for This!’ in their title. So, you know. Saw it coming.
I have a little saved up to allow myself a brain-breather and take a sabbatical for this month before throwing myself into Job Hunt Hell. But in the meantime, I’ll go ahead and drop my Ko-Fi info here if you want to drop in a buck or a commission request.
Minor silver lining: No interruptions or waiting for the weekend to tackle the last of The Vampyres’ self-publishing pains. So it may be churned out sooner than expected. I’ll keep you updated.
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The ninety-seventh free, unedited chapter of my upcoming book, “The Heist at Cordia Aquarium” is now available on its website (or click https://www.kitfisto.gay/chapters/thea to read from the beginning).
An hour passes; the sun is gone. Only the moon and flickering street lamps cast away shadow. Though, the shop's flood light joins in when a large enough insect flies by. Thea and Frank crack open another beer, their firsts empty and mingling with their seconds on the gravel between them.
Bamboo bats at one of the empty bottles. It topples and rolls, glass surface tinkling like a windchime. She darts into the darkness after it.
Letting thoughts go where they will, Thea watches the cat's silhouette prance and pounce about the lot. It was just a coincidence that she was Elia's, right? What about the aquarium? Me getting out unscathed: that couldn't be coincidence, too, could it?
She shakes the thoughts away. Of course it could be. Why bother looking out for me? What would He get? Too much planning to end up with me here, still questioning everything.
"You're being awfully quiet." Frank says.
"Hmm?"
There is no intent behind the noise: just something instinctive while her thoughts drag her on. That is, until something shifts at the edge of her vision and breaks her concentration. She cocks her head to catch it.
Leaning over the arm of his chair, Frank stares at her. "You're quiet."
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It's very funny how some people use the exorsexist system we live in to justify their exorsexism.
"We live in a world where unfortunately all language ends up centering the binary....that's why we will continue to exclude non-binary people from our conversations :-D"
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Saiki is officially diagnosed with silly guy syndrome
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I'm tired enough that my stream of thoughts is like a creaky old man by the riverbed, smoking a cigar under the shade of a willow tree. Lifting his eyes to sky as he tells a tale of old to the young that sit silently beside him. Before telling them to shoo off to their houses as he pulls out a guitar and strums till the early hours of the morning.
But also tired enough that lifting my fingers to the keyboard to write any sort of fiction is like lifting 50kg bags of sand out of water.
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if you think it's safe to live in the pnw as a poc, jew, and/or lgbt+ person because leftists in portland are loud about living there, just know that this is what the majority of people in cities/towns outside seattle and portland are like. i want out.
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Wild how you guys think bi lesbians going away would stop any version of men from trying to ask out lesbians who are strictly into women
Wild how you think they need and excuse! and are once again blaming member of the community for actions from people outside of it.
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Blargh. Lab results not great. Bile acids off the charts high, albumin continuing to creep downward. Other liver values actually approaching normal though. CK values a little high.
She's is finished with her season and is perky and interactive again. Training eagerly, even eating pretty ok without appetite stimulant. Seems to have some fluid in her tummy but not confirmed. More vet Friday.
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in the end all I hope for
is to be a bit of warmth for you
when there's not a lot of warmth left to go around
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wanted to stream today but got my mood majorly spoiled and now i just don’t wanna do anything. still on the verge of crying even though it was a silly thing. why do i take everything so close to heart
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I'm so tired I can't form coeherent thoughts or properly communicate right now, sorry.
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trimming trees is like 75% of my day. the other 25% is spent cleaning of the pine sap
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