Plus side, getting high-speed internet next week.  Mum asked again about job, made it clear I was just waiting, and so much for her wanting to be 'here', as she won't be when the guy comes.  Gah.

Re 'hair' (since I just posted that last bit!): I am apparently no longer able to nicely curl my hair.  I might see about trying again, but my hair is both fine AND thin, so getting too small of a section means tangling.  Six sections gave me, er, tailbone length weird...things.  Last time I got it curled good I used 13 sections...but my hair was about 13 inches shorter, too.  I think part of the problem is that even though my hair weighs near-nothing (~27 gms from neck down) it's long enough that curls just won't even form, let alone stay (whole other problem!).  Right now, the very ends of my hair are about 4" (give or take an inch or so) short of my fingertips in it's 'natural' state.

I REALLY hate titles.  Really and truly.  Trying to think up another one, for a long (~400kb as text) fanfic.  All that's left is the title!  As usual. :P  I MIGHT have a title, though, as of just a moment ago!  Only took three hours, and is actualy something A) I dismissed, but B) beta-reader brought up (in relation to another title I had).  Not 'giving up' and going with that one yet, but it is at the top of the story (but not with the individual parts yet).  But, wow, that was quick for me titling something (given this story has been finished since October...).

Another bad bit: Looks like weight really doesn't want to stay down.  I guess for right now, my option is pretty much to go back to eating...well, less.  Got to go back to the 1000 calorie a day, I guess.  Grr.  Annoying, as it's hard to get enough protein then.  But, it's either that or gain and have to do it AGAIN, later for a longer amount of time.  So, need job with health insurance, priority one with seeing if a doctor thinks it's a good idea to check my thyroid (something I've wanted checked for many many years).  Assuming I can manage to make an appointment and talk to a doctor (anxiety, or whatever it is...which has to wait until AFTER my cruddy metabolism).