picked a handful of violets in my name

You should all go check out blogforbarcc and help shadesong raise money for the Boston Area Rape Crisis Center.

I made three pieces for the auction. :D All jewelry.


( Mental health lapse/fail. Rating: mild, but worthy of my attention. )

Do you guys want the whole saga of how NStar fails?

I came home from class to find the power out. I fumbled around my room for a minute, but it's so dark in there that there was no way I could put my hands on an old bill. And no electricity means no internet, so that's out.

I called Mom, but she didn't answer her phone, so I called Dad and made him look up the phone number. Called, reported my power out, signed up to get a call whenever they had more info. Poked at the circuit breakers.

Got two calls back almost immediately. One from the automated system saying that repairs in my area should be done by 7, and one from an actual person saying that it was just my apartment, call the landlord.

Went down to the basement to see if there was anything else I could poke. Found an orange tag on the doorknob saying they had disconnected one meter because they had no record of anyone using it, or something like that.

Found nothing to poke at, so I called the landlord. Confused the shit out of him because he actually knows me as Sofia, not [legalname]. He said NStar had disconnected a random meter that only served two lights or something, but he'd call them in the morning.

Went back inside, called Dad again. He talked me through the circuit panel, to no avail. Then he sent me to look at the meters, but they're inside and behind a door I don't have a key to.

Went back inside, left my bedroom light "on," and took a nap. At a quarter past 7, no power and no new updates. I have a paper due tomorrow; my laptop's battery lasts about two and a half hours; my paper has already taken two and a half hours tonight and it's not quite done (I could turn it in as is, but I want to add more facts and bring it back within the page limit).

So I decided to haul myself back to campus, where I am right now. I left the apartment and couldn't help seeing the apartment next to me.

And their goddamn lights on.

NStar disconnected the wrong fucking meter.

And of course there's no one in the office after five. So I'm going to wake up tomorrow and start calling until I get someone real. It's gonna be really fun trying to take a shower in a room with no windows.


All I wanna know is whose bill I've been paying. Because I have been paying one.

Originally published at The Love Letter Sessions. You can comment here or there.

I still have the same sore throat/cough/congestion that I’ve been dealing with for-fucking-ever. Argh. I’ve been sleeping twelve hours a day and not getting any better.

And that sleep schedule makes it really fucking hard to take my meds twice a day like I’m supposed to. Wellbutrin makes it harder for me to fall asleep, so I don’t take it within a couple of hours of when I plan to go to bed. Then I ran out and ran into insurance problems. I did get a partial refill that will get me through Monday, by which time the insurance bullshit ought to be sorted.

So it’s been a shitty few days. I didn’t spend as much time with Cory as I might have otherwise, and I’ve been doing a whole lot of nothing. I did manage to get a Wordpress blog set up, and I did a crapload of behind-the-scenes stuff on all parts of my site (managed to fix the problem where trying to access sofiaviolet.com/foo without the trailing slash redirected to sofiaviolet.nfshost.com/foo/, and now I don’t have ten thousand files all called index.html), and I added little bits of stuff and fixed broken links at Auriel. Because that’s all I can accomplish when I feel blah. (I did a huge amount of the work on my site when I was depressed last year. I’d work until the wee hours, and then not get up for class. *headdesk*)

I set my alarm clock today. Got up three minutes before it went off. \o/ I’ll get up even earlier tomorrow, and on Monday I’ll be able to make it to class!

Originally published at The Love Letter Sessions. You can comment here or there.

Well, the good news is that I'm feeling much less fucked-up today. I'm still very jittery on a physical level, but my mind is calm like a shallow puddle in the absence of breeze, or something. Suffice to say, I feel zen enough that the fact that I forgot my binder in Curry before lunch was a mere annoyance and not a reason to panic.

Still waiting to hear back re: employment.

My response to Abby's critique = a full-on rewrite, and probably there will be author's notes-type things to explain why a couple of things were as they were. There's probably another page or two to go.

Happy birthday, expastic.

If there weren't so many good things coming my way (remember, shh!!!!), I would be a very sad panda indeed. As it is, I'm just going to sleep ASAP because I have a headache.

These are my two favorite songs right now.

( Headfirst For Halos )

( 8th Grade )