December Prompt

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Title: This Is Why I'm Nuts
Author: nancy_hartigan
Fandom: non-fiction
Summary: Nancy Hartigan thought this was going to be a normal day...
Rating: PG -- warnings for a couple swears.
Word Count:1,286

Names have been placed into their lj forms as much as possible to protect the not-so-innocent.

Nancy had not felt like doing anything today.
That was how she just was, sometimes. Her apartment was clean, dinner was not to be started until five, in general, Nancy Hartigan was just wanting to have a day to herself so that she could do, well, girly things.
However, the gods had another plan entirely for Nancy. It never could be that simple.
She should have known that, really, when her boyfriend had gotten home at 7:30 this morning.
"They said that I could have the day off," he explained as he crawled back onto the air mattress. "We really need to get the rest of the furniture here."
"Yeah," Nancy agreed, kissing his cheek. "I'm exhausted, though, I'm going to lay down for while longer."
He decided to do the same, curling around her body.
Of course, 8:16 rolled around, and the third member of the triad texted Nancy, bolting her awake. This was Ryo's job, after all, keep her from dozing off when she had things to do. Nancy did love it about Ryo, and until she moved up to the Land of Lakes And Corn, as Nancy liked to call her home state, she did want to keep in contact with her as much as often.
Jonny, however, was not amused. "Dammit Ryo..." he cussed under his breath.
Maybe that shouldn't have caused Nancy to giggle like a schoolgirl. Still, it did. Jonny was so cute sometimes.
Nancy and Jonny fell asleep for a while longer, Nancy getting up to text Ryo every so often. Around 11, they both decided to get up for the day. Neither really decided to eat breakfast, opting instead to chat about Batman for a while. After all, the Joker was a very interesting subject to the Freudian and the Behavioralist that made up the household. Even more so was the subject of Edward Nygma, but he was mere mentioned in brief passing -- Nancy still couldn't believe that the Riddler was a private detective now, just because crime was boring him.
For the record, Dick Grayson's habits of getting himself into sweet, wonderful bondage with whatever the villain of the week had been was not mentioned. Not even the stock. Nancy was pretty sure "Tim in Chains" kicked the ass of most bondage Dick ever got into, aside from being tied to the crucifix and dripping with candle wax. Does This Remind You Of Anything, indeed. It takes the sheer amount of it and the story's context for one to realize that it is, indeed, candle wax.
But let us move on, for no one wants to hear about Dick Grayson bukkake.
It was the day after the rent payment, which meant that it was also time to buy some food for the apartment. Nancy was not fond of hunger, and Jonny's hypoglycemia seemed to only make him fussy in the same conditions.
Which would have been quite useful to remember that morning, should her caffeine addiction not have taken over her very core and made her unable to think.
As she was looking over the coupons, Jonny was listing off anything he wanted, noticing what all was on sale. Of course, Nancy reminded him that this was clearly getting too much, and after they hit the 200 dollar mark, Nancy stopped calculating and told him why.
"I'm not going to be able to pay for that much!"
Hilarity, unfortunately, did not ensue from this. The caffeine deprivation did not help as Nancy blew up at him. If he was going to complain about the pricing, then he should not add to the list!
A couple minutes after she stormed off, Jonny came into her hiding place, offering her a warm mug of...
Oh sweet merciful gods above. They loved her after all.
Apparently, one of the things they did not run out of was her favorite coffee. She sipped slowly, deeply, savoring the taste...and then it hit her.
"You don't know how to budget for sales, do you?"
"No, not really," Jonny admitted. "Can you?"
Nancy came back downstairs and redid the grocery budget, finally opting for 120 dollars. This was definitely much better. Plus, she had coffee!
You'd think that this would be the end of the story, with everyone happy and the problem solved. Unfortunately, I have you again, as that is merely the first half of the day!
Nancy remembered around three that she had to call her college to set up her placement tests -- lesser of two evils, really, as who wants to be stuck in remedial courses when she had the fun of getting free hours so she could transfer to the university that she truly wanted her degree from? After a couple of tries, she finally managed to get into a part of the house that did not offer a dead spot for her cell phone.
We really need to get the landline hooked up soon, Nancy was convinced by the ordeal.
Thankfully, Monica had been of the good-natured sort, merely laughing off the technical difficulties on both ends as the appointment was set up. Monday at 3:30, they had decided. It seemed like a good time. She decided to call her mother and tell her, and perhaps badger her for her car again.
Nancy Hartigan, you see, was twenty years old, and still working on her license. This was a really simple concept why, really; her mother never had time to drive her while she was at that age (and still does not), and her car had a lot wrong with it. This meant that she had to wait until it was fixed in order to practice the maneuverability portion.
So, when she called, she was rather happy to hear her mother was at the auto shop. After all, this might mean that she'd be able to get on the road faster!
"It'll cost about 800 dollars," Mom told her. "I was expecting it to be five, so..."
Dammit!
This resulted in a nice, long soak as Nancy tried to figure out what she could possibly do.
Thankfully, talking to a couple of friends fixed that -- B0xgundam had told her that she could borrow his car for the exam, and Terry had no problem of attempting to talk her mother into letting him look at the car and fix it for cheap. This was starting to be quite a good thing, as everything was starting to fall into place. Really, Nancy loved it when things started to go to plan. She told Terry to call her mother and see what he could get from her; getting answers were like pulling teeth.
Nancy happily watched Jared working on her computer -- which had gotten a worm that Jared was ever so patiently working out of the system -- and talked to B0xgundam and his sister about the upcoming Ohayocon and the plans for that. She even got a bit of a commission to make B0x's Edgeworth shirt. The question is when she will get money for making it.
"Aha!" Jared announced, closing out of a couple windows. "Just don't turn off the computer again. I got rid of it for this session, but I have no idea how to protect it for the next."
"I never turn off my computer anyway," Jonny reminded him. "Now I can download the new patch for EVE!"
Jared handwaved this comment off, Jon told him to do that immediately.
Since Nancy needed to check her email anyway, she offered to do it for him, which he allowed and went downstairs.
As she logged on to Taming The Muse to check this week's prompt, a message came up:
"You are running very low on disk memory."
As her head hit the top of her keyboard, Nancy decided that this was going to be a very long night.