Current Status

Current Status of Hair: Giant rat's nest attacking skull.
Current Status of Face: Let us not discuss this break-out, shall we? It would get messy.
Current Status of Cats: Attention-starved monsters attempting to eat my feet. And/or shoes.
Current Status of Apartment: Massive explosion of clutter has obviously occurred. Also, some kitty-food-shrapnel has hidden itself under various cushions. And I don't even want to know what the splotch I wiped off of the computer earlier was made of. And sink exploded for real too this week. Plumbers have been intimidated into telling landlord we require replacement. Plumbers have not been seen since. Sigh.
Current Status of Computer: Low on battery power, and scorching my retinae.
Current Status of Edits from Crit-Partners: Strewn about house in out-of-order piles, adding to clutter explosion.
Current Status of Roomies: Likely highly annoyed at me for planting self on couch all week.
Current Status of Blog: Quite obviously neglected. I AM SORRY YOU GUYS.
Current Status of Inbox: Terrifying.
Current Status of Memoir: DONE. ISH. OKAY I AM SORT OF PREMATURELY CELEBRATING BUT IT'S A LONG STORY. Basically, it's at that stage where I'm pretty sure I've done everything I can to it. And my crit partners are sick of seeing it. But I'm still tempted to hunt down and capture coerce one more beta reader into giving it a read-through before I start to send it out.

ALSO I HAVE A HILARIOUS WRITER-MERGENCY* STORY. But I will tell you that next week. So that I have something to write about after my brain implodes. And also because right now I need to go sort out my life.

*stares in horror at self in mirror and wipes up pool of water from the exploded sink*

* It was such a writerly-panic-y type situation I had to make up a word for it. Also I may have broke the thesaurus this week, and just resorted to inventing phrases. Shh.