By Jove, we are going to own this thing for sure

This afternoon I was buying two boxes of cookies for two different households. (My brother and his wife are finally, after many delays and shenanigans, moving into their new house. This is all good! They are homeowners! We don't have to board their cat while they live with my parents betwen leases!) There's very little overlap in cookie preference between households, so after stocking the first box for my brother and his wife, I asked the girl behind the counter for a pen and marked the box with their initials. She was very patient with me wanting pretty much one of every kind of cookie in the bakery, only in different boxes; she closed the second box and tied it up and offered me the pen again. "No, thank you," I said, "I only needed to differentiate one of them." She looked at me slightly, as at a non sequitur. I still don't see how that was a confusing thing to say.

So my current sleep schedule is terrible: I'm can't fall asleep till it's light out and I can't stay asleep past noon. I'm having dreams, but I can barely remember them. I am exhausted and vaguely spacy all the time, although fortunately that did not hinder all of yesterday. Last night I wrote fic for Pacific Rim (2013).

I have no idea. I haven't seen the film since July. It fell out of my head between three and five in the morning; it does not resemble my other fic (mostly Lackadaisy) and I'm not even sure it's canon-compliant. The title comes from Newt's introductory scene, describing the kaiju Yamarashi: "2500 tons of awesome . . . Or awful. You know, whatever you want to call it."

( Whatever You Want to Call It )