rowanberries | (no subject)

Hot.

Very hot.

Hi, Summer!

I am currently drowning my sorrows in iced coffee (nothing like as good as

corchen's, but it works) which I need.

My body apparently decided I'd had it too easy the last few months, and I was woken up at 4am by a combination of sweltering heat and cramps so painful I could do nothing but lie there and whimper until hastily-swallowed painkillers dulled them a bit. Ow.

Nowhere seems to be willing to give me a job, including my old work, which assures me they do and will call me to tell me which days. Any time soon. I don't exactly need one... it's more something to do, and to earn a little extra money. Which again, isn't vital, so I'm not desperate enough to get really into the hunt. Or maybe it's the heat. I may, however, get to sell smoothies for three days at Guilfest. And maybe help my mother out with her gardening, for actual manual work.

Heigh-ho.

Oh, and a Millimeme.

Ask my characters anything - alternatively, tell me something I probably don't know about any of them.

They being:

shelley_winters,

oneman_onevote,

dreamer_fray,

othercaptjack,

_mother_dearest (shared), and

duck_bill.