My heart bleeded, girl

Ashley has an interview!  Okay, she has an email asking when would be a good time to call and schedule an interview, but still.  It's the first spark of interest in over 100 resumes sent, so.  \o/

Stupid deer are eating our tomatoes.  Also, the other night they ate all the lily pads out of Larry's fish pond.  Left the flowers, ate the pads.

Fred keeps upending himself in the corner of the sunroom, behind a chair that I have to practically machete my way through Adam's plants to get to.  Then I have to move the chair, and I can only get my foot back there, so I have to kind of nudge Fred like a hockey puck to get him out of the corner.  He does this in his spare time when he's not getting himself stuck under the treadmill.  He requires constant vigilance.

My laptop has shut itself down twice in the last two days when I closed it.  It's not supposed to do that.  It was power issues that killed my last harddrive.  Gah.

I am on day five of headache number three of this year's installment of Intractable Migraine: The Saga Continues.  My newest strategy is Keep Moving. 

I'm so excited, this is the week when I can finally post my SPN Big Bang story.  Not until Friday, but it's all ready.  I finished the final read-through yesterday.  It was kind of weird to write 20,000 words by May first and then have 2 1/2 months before I could post it.  It is certainly well-polished at this point.

Also, you guys, neither the title nor the story has anything to do with Matchbox 20 lyrics!  It's called Hangman is Coming Down From the Gallows, and yes, I know those are song lyrics, BUT THEY'RE NOT MATCHBOX 20 SONG LYRICS!

I consider that progress.

Actually, I'm ridiculously excited about it all. 

Okay, Neville and I are off to the vet, to see why his breath could probably kill a horse.

Happy Monday!