Stupid FTP problems again are keeping me from uploading the two chapters of my Williamfic that I have done. Plus, ffnet login is down so I can't even upload them there. Blech.
Right now, Alicia is sitting in her playroom crying because she's unhappy with the paring down of toys that is happening. We've been preparing and preparing for today, and it looked like she was actually all right with it---even excited a little---until about 5 minutes into the job. As soon as I put a stuffed bunny that I've never seen her play with, that's huge and will take up a lot of space (and shipping is calculated by volume in the UK, not by weight like it is in the US) into the bag of stuff to get rid of, the waterworks started. Sigh. I have too big of a headache to deal with it right now, so I'm stopping for awhile.
Is it wrong to mourn when your favorite bra decides to finally kick the bucket? Of course, maybe I would be less traumatized if the strap hadn't decided to spring itself free during one of the removal company's inspection of the house for a quote...
Craig and I actually went and saw a movie last night, but ended up seeing...Haunted Mansion. Only good thing I got out of it was a plot bunny for another story. Because, of course, I don't have enough already.
Ack. I'm stalling from getting some more work done. The crying seems to have stopped. Maybe I'll go give the toys another go...
