Taking my doodle notebook and pencils in case I have both the time and the inspiration to doodle over writing on breaks and lunch~
“I don’t even get to learn the name of the person who’s going to steal a kiss from me?”
“Thieves don’t introduce themselves,” the girl said. “And it’s fair payment, not theft, so you’re not getting out of it by calling it a bad name.”
“I want to be the next titan of the north.”
Immediately, Ymir began to laugh hard. She braced herself on the tree and laughed even harder. “What the hell, are you serious? What kind of puny moron tells a stranger that she wants to be the leader of the military police?”
Trufax: my inner reaction to my boss coming into my office and telling me to put the training exercises on hold, she has a project that needs doing NOW was more akin to an excitable dog being offered walkies than a sane human being being told they’re going to work on file exporting for the next foreseeable future.
That feeling still hasn’t faded.
*is distressed about how much these new songs are making her want to draw things that are way too personal to share*
*is distressed about wanting to draw in general, if only because she hasn’t brought anything to draw on or with*
=> wake up in a foul mood for no reason
=> had to wake up at four because I have my med doctor appointment at seven
=> check email on phone, someone’s asked for update status for Oblivion over on AO3
=> check bank account, remember that you were double charged over a hundred dollars and need to get that fixed
=> still incredibly groggy despite mini energy drink and halving the ambien CR last night; may have latent buildup of drug in system
=> foul mood gets worse, and it’s not even five thirty
Done at the behest of a friend, but this distresses me for reasons I don’t fully understand.
And this is based off the Ymir/Christa drabble, so it’s somehow even more distressing.
(I haven’t even read any of his stuff…)
One, if anyone tried to send me an ask the other day, I know I had two messages waiting for me, but they vanished when I went in my inbox. So if you needed to tell me anything, I’d suggest sending the messages again.
Two, there may be a medication related issue related to me being so tired all the fucking time, and I see my med doctor tomorrow. I’ve been spending most of my free time sleeping and I can’t do that.
So we’ll see about how the next few days go in terms of sleep and stuff.