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You see? I knew this would happen if I said something.

This morning I went to pick up my phone from where it was charging on my nightstand, and there was a cockroach underneath it.

Fortunately the citrusy roach death was nearby, so I spritzed it, but I'm getting really tired of my entire flat reeking of poison. The citrus part is okay, but the poison part overwhelms eventually. I'm also tired of cockroaches.

SO, this morning I bought disposable gloves and room deodorisers. the gloves are so that I can handle the boric acid bottle (it was mailed to me in a plastic bag and is covered in dust on the outside) and the deodorisers are to try and make me smell like chemically-replicated "fresh linen" instead of citrusy roach death.

cleversimon linked me to a 1986 Fundie Comic entitled Homosexuality: Legitimate Alternative Deathstyle! last night. I have to admit I have a secret passion for Chick Tract comics and similar, because they crack me up and even when they aren't amusing they're good practice for logical deconstructive skills. And this one? Is hilarious.

I mean, technically it's an inaccurate hate-filled screed against alternative sexualities. And I get that. But if we don't point and laugh, someone might take it seriously.

At one point it gives the life cycle of the homosexual and, to be honest, if this is accurate, I'm thinking of signing up. Sex life! Sex life! More sex life! Jack Harkness has this page framed on a wall somewhere. Probably autographed by the author. After a night of passionate lovemaking.

My favourite part is that it appears to be drawn in the style of Marmaduke. I kept expecting a Great Dane to burst in and knock someone over.

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I really am going to have to write Corner Bakery off my list of acceptable places to eat. Which is a shame, because it was one of the healthier "I only have an hour and I can't sit down at an actual restaurant" lunch places around here.

I went to the one just south of the Michigan Avenue Bridge and had such a terrible meal there that I declared it off-limits once (soggy stale bread, disgusting lunchmeat, assholes) but a new one opened a few blocks away and I thought I'd give it a try. I was pleasantly surprised to get something edible, and I got three good sandwiches out of them before today.

Hands up if you've ever had a sandwich, prepared by a professional sandwich shop, where half your bread was the heel of the loaf?

*raises hand*

Yeah. Even then it wouldn't have been so bad if they hadn't toasted it to within an inch of its life and then drenched it in mustard, so that it was kind of like eating spicy Ikea pressboard. Also, the bacon was burned and the avocado was not actually sliced so much as just a quarter of an avocado sitting on top of the pile of burned bacon. The turkey was fine, but that's hardly credit to them; it'd take a real fuck-up to make prepackaged deli turkey inedible.

And even all this I could forgive, but I paid almost ten bucks for that meal. I wouldn't pay five bucks for it if you gave me a preview ahead of time, which is what I'd pay for a sandwich at Subway. Subway is not by any stretch good food, but is at least edible.

The fact that they can make a good sandwich three times in five tries, especially when it's the same sandwich, is not that impressive. If I wanted to gamble with my ten bucks I'd buy ten lottery tickets.

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I'm restless tonight. All kinds of things swirling around in my head.

On the concrete side, Mama Tickey has been installed in the guest room of my parents' home, so she's feeling fine and in good spirits cause they spoil her rotten. Mum sounds a bit on edge but then she's always that way with houseguests. Dad Lucky is intensely jealous of my impending Roomba.

Mainly what's in my head is stuff like, how do I get from point A to point B, which is the stuff I really want to be writing, in Jack & Ellis. Also, in my head I really do want to extend it to the sequels I came up with, because ending it where it would naturally end doesn't feel like enough. The actual title of J&E, which I haven't used because it prevents confusion, is The Dead Isle; the sequels would be The Present Tense (set in an alternate world) and The Kingdom (set predominantly in Barataria). This also gives me the chance to extend one of the romantic arcs, because as it is people are pairing off a little too conveniently. But I don't know. J&E will need a rewrite and...I don't know.

Also I'm spending considerable mental energy squashing a Torchwood fic, because some bastard linked me the other day to an old postsecret image where someone was saying that they'd like to see the season before season one, like something with Suzie slowly going mad and Ianto arriving and all the glorious banter that Suzie would bring to the table. I've mellowed towards Gwen, so it's not that I hate her, but it would be really interesting to imagine that season and end it with the death of the victim we see in the actual pilot.

You guys know me, you know I'd write it like I stole it, so it's hard going, but I really need to focus on J&E and the HP fics beyond that. It's a transition, getting back into the mindset. It'll pass. Though I will say someone suggested writing a Torchwood novel for publication and that would be a rather brilliant one, don't you think? Very difficult to Joss it.

And I'm still reading Different Engines, which makes me want to break out my SGA robot fic and adapt it up into something marketable, because very few fanfics about cyborgs are ever about GOOD cyborgs.

ARGH. Why do we need sleep? It's such a waste of fucking time. If I had six more hours in a day I could get this shit done.

Also I made bread, and I was right, the hotspot on top of the oven is brilliant for rising.