Jag, you dumbshit, don't leave the boisterous French music on when you're trying to learn Irish right after you've done your French vocabulary. Especially not when you're this tired and your language switcher is sticky.
Well, that takes the prize for one of the strangest dreams I've had in a while. Something to do with a couple of guys a la Croup and Vandemaar (they looked different but they were definitely that twinned brand of bad guy) taking me and a few other people hostage in some mall that had something to do with both Dragon*Con and New York City (the fuck? Dragon*Con is in Atlanta) and towards the end had me treating the Vandemaar character like a misbehaving puppy, which seemed to be working. Or at least it seemed to confuse him. Weird.
Woke up feeling like I'd lost two out of three rounds with a Siegbarste (that's an Ogre, for the non-Grimm-obsessives in the audience) and after stretching and doing some of my dance exercises, at less power than I could pre-Dragon*Con sadly, I feel less achey but no less tired. Time, I guess. Both time to get back up to strength and early fucking bedtime. Eventually there will come a day when I recognize my limitations as I hit them and stop. Today is not that day. Yesterday wasn't that day, either. "Hey, I've just gotten back from a good six hours of working on my house, I know, I'll hike down to a creek and up the hill again to my aunt's house! That's fun!" It's only a 15 minute hike, but, really, self? On top of a day of climbing up and down ladders, washing everything in sight? Uh-huh.
On a related note, soon will come a day when my ability to do laundry no longer depends on whether or not I have sufficient quarters. I long for that day.
Somehow, despite all this tired, I still have my shit together for work. Knitting, thank you cards, camera in case we go by the house this morning or afternoon on the way to or from work, chip reader to upload Dragon*Con pics at work. At the very least I need to email them to my family, who may attempt to disown me if I don't. Then possibly I need to upload them to tumblr, except I think I also need to strongly reduce the size. Pfui. Maybe I can download Gimp at work, which 'maybe' here means 'I should remember to do that.' And this on top of all the other work shit. Yaaay! Oh god. And another thing, I should come up with something to do with all my goddamn jewelry. She said, as the braintwin tossed a perfectly good idea that works perfectly. Okay then! That was moderately hilarious.
When I left home today the boy was curled up asleep in bed under the blankets, and with two cats right bundled up by him. It's definitely autumn.