Muuuuuurr

Okay, first, a disclaimer: I am currently tripping balls, thanks to codeine I had to take for a migraine. (Fun fact: when I tried to tell a friend that I took codeine, my autocorrect changed it to “I took cocaine”. Because apparently that’s a thing I do? I promise that I have never taken cocaine. Are you kidding me? I’m allergic to marijuana; these people at Wal-Mart reeked of it last Spring — I think it was Spring — and I had a three day migraine from it that was bad enough my parents had to come get me because I couldn’t drive myself anywhere. If I were the type to do drugs, which I emphatically am not, that right there would kill any desire to try anything.)

I told the spouse-type-creature (you know, the one that turns into an octopus) about the autocorrect to cocaine, and he told me it’s okay, I’m not pregnant, so I can also jump on a trampoline and drink alcohol. I laughed.

All of our extra money just got eaten up by an emergency repair to our vehicle yesterday. The window got stuck partway down, just enough you can reach an arm in. There are two problems with that, unfortunately. One is that Spouse-Type-Creature works in a high crime area. Oh, he’s perfectly safe, but leaving a vehicle with a window like that is pretty much begging someone to steal your car. We need our car, not least of which so we can drive to Rome. The other problem is that we are in Ireland. The land of rain. If someone miraculously didn’t steal the car, the interior would be ruined. So the window got fixed, but it ate up all our margin that we’ve stocked away, and now we get to spend the next few weeks living on pasta and milk again. Oh, well. I tell you, I’ve had more milk in the last month than I have in... pretty much the last year, actually. I really didn’t drink milk a lot. It’s just not something I liked all that much. But the milk in Ireland is really good. I’m going to miss it while we’re in Rome. I’m looking forward to the drive, though. We’re going to buy a scrapbook and I’m going to pick up post cards whenever we stop for petrol. I used to have a really great post card collection, and I’m going to start it back up. It’s a shame that I don’t have my post cards from my time in Asia, but oh well.

I have quite a bit written for what will end up being the first book of a series, and I’m rather happy with it. I’m having to do research again; everything I’d previously researched was lost. I have a pretty good memory, but I’m having to refresh my memory on things. Of course, it helps that I’m making up the location, but it’s still based off of a real place, and I want to make sure that little details are as correct as I can get them.

I miss world-building. It’s good to be doing it again.