ignore this entry unless you're for some reason interested in reading me whine like a 14th century professional mendicant.

bleh. apologies to all and sundry that i'm not likely to be my usual hyperactively enthused self for a bit, it's been one bastard of a week. with a combination of unexpected medical bills, and the immigration department delaying on granting me permanent residency so i can stay with my Owner -again-, it's been a sizeable effort to refrain from slopping my angst all over everybody. And now the Primary Distraction Apparatus has broken.

it's weird, really. a handheld borking really ought to be little more than a papercut compared with the rest, but i guess it's sorta because the little thing ought to be controllable, ought to be fixable, while the big things, there's just nothing you can do but take the hit and keep moving forward and waiting. but the big things throw around so much weight that the little things stop being fixable, and makes them weirdly much more potent for destroying headspace.

bah... that's already more public whining than i really wanted to do. anywho, that lot's a big part of why i'm likely to be on a bit of a downer for awhile. i could be wrong, maybe venting like this is what i needed and i'll perk up again tomorrow. hope so. i could use perking up.

project status:

comissions:
none, but open. drop a note here or email kite[dot]san[at]gmail[dot]com

others (in no particular order since i'll work on whichever as the muse bites):
Ivalian Patriotism Chapter 2- drafting
Coffeefic 11 - drafting
Prisoner Transport 3 - notes
Captive Angel Momoko 5 - drafting
Rubber Spa - notes
that other thing with nebulous permission - drafting