My inspiration generally waxes and wanes like a crack-addled moon, and even on a good day my muse tends to hate me. But right now I'm pretty stressed out so it's worse than usual.

I wrote this gigantic novel, but I've just deleted it so I can try and sum it up instead. Basically the state has decided I owe them a ton of money (I think it's like 5k) that there's no way I can pay back, and I shouldn't owe the money in the first place so I'm probably going to have to go to court and junk. And the likelihood of me winning the case depends entirely upon the honesty of other people. Which means I'm most likely well and truly fucked. Right now though I have to play the waiting game, and not knowing what is going to happen is driving me (more) insane.

I'm attempting to focus on my partner's birthday this weekend (the 8th) because god knows he doesn't need me moping around. I'm making his cake today (he comes to pick me up on Thursdays) and I am compelled to do something awesome/hilarious. You'll probably see photos later unless I ruin it. I didn't get him anything particularly expensive (and now I'm glad I didn't) but hopefully the silly level is high enough to make up for my inadequacy.

Don't forget! Regigigas event starts this Sunday (yes I am still dragging him to TRU on his birthday).