Well, I wrote a very little bit on MD tonight. My back hurts. :P I decided I’m going to get the first third of the book done, polish it, and bring it down. That’ll have to do, as far as the con’s concerned. I really wish I hadn’t hurt myself. :(
er. well.
Er. Well. That was easy. I just called my 401k people to see if I could get a loan against my 401k for a down payment for a house. It took about seven minutes and I didn’t speak a word. The whole thing is entirely automated. I asked for a loan, I told it why, I told it how much, I told it how many months I wanted to pay it back over, it told me how much my bi-weekly repayment plan would be, then said it’d send a promissory…
feh.
I wish — I wish many things, but at the moment I wish I had more (like, oh, all) of MD written. I wish trying to write while lying flat on my back didn’t make me fall asleep. I wish sitting up to use my laptop didn’t make my back hurt. I wish I wasn’t nervous about this convention. *sigh*
for the sake of…
For the sake of clarity: *Starling* is the one who’s *deliberately* breeding dozens, or at least several, horses. *Her* horses are Capucine, who is pregnant, Petit Point, who is not, and Palisades, who is certainly not pregnant but who will be arriving at Ambarranch any moment now, where his job will be to impregnant Petit Point at the earliest opportunity. *Sarah* is the one who’s horses are being boarded and are *unexpectedly* turning up pregnant all over the place. Or at least, turning up with babies. We don’t actually know…
well!
It’s been a busy morning. Sarah has suddenly become the owner of a third horse with two more potentially on the way, Geni called to report she has a cold, and … ok, that’s all that’s happened, but it SEEMS like a lot. I’m *starving*. meow. meow. meow.