a deus ex machina may be somebody's mother

yesterday some kind people in #primenotprime took pity on my neuroses and my little writing panic attack and suggested all kinds of beautiful deus ex machinae that could neatly solve the ending of the story i'm working on.  my main regret, now, is that i can't use all of them.  i'm especially regretting the suddenly!appearing!ice age, because, man, that could have been a whole lot of fun ([14:03] inbe: sudden ice age [14:03] cim: it suddenly happens [14:03] inbe: i heard the dinosaurs were surprised! [14:03] cim: after ford and teyla leave).  and i also totally want to see wax's rogue escape pod idea.

and i don't know whether to be pleased or dismayed about this, but it seems like summer is over in finland.  it was so short that my parents didn't have time to get off their asses and send the more summery clothes i begged them for.  time to buy some more jeans and stuff, i guess.  i seem to have gained a tiny bit of weight, which i was kind of hoping to do, but i forgot about how then i would need clothes.  i can still wear all my jeans--but they've all gone over that tiny, crucial line between nicely-fitting and uncomfortably snug.   

there are lots of real-life issues i should take care of like getting government-issued photo id, finding out when i need to renew my residence permit, buying the keys to university buildings that i can't get into right now, and applying for a deferment for the loan that's like $500 overdue.  i'm cleverly dealing with all of these problems by not thinking about them!  this has been my strategy for most of my life.  i wouldn't say it's a good one by any stretch, but así como ves! estoy viva aún! i am still alive.