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[kittydesade]

Conas tá ag éirí leat?
Labhairt: Go dona? Go dian. Something.
Tuiscint: Cuíosach maith.
Léamh: Go han-mhaith.
Scríobh: Cuíosach maith.
Gramadach: Cuíosach maith.
Stór focal: Go han-mhaith.
Fuaimniú: Go dona.


Well. I guess 25 push-ups with relative ease is a sign I need to up it back to 30-35 again. On the other hand, the numbers on the scale are dropping again. I have no idea what I did to precipitate that, but. Okay? Good? I don't think I've upped my dance exercises much. Maybe just going more than a few days in a row without a quality or quantity food binge. (This is how I binge, I indulge a bit in a quantity of really rich/bad for you food like kraft mac and cheese or chocolate chip cookies or something, or I indulge in a greater quantity than I should of healthy food that I really really like.)

Oogh. I did not need that less than neighborly confrontation this morning. Clearly, even though I live next to Eisbiebers, we have a Drang-Zorn further down the street.

I'm remembering things now as I do this Mentalist rewatch, why I liked this show in the first place, why it gave me fits. We're maybe halfway through second season now, or a little bit over? I understand it gets even more complicated from here on out, so. Yay? I'm looking forward to refreshing third season, though, which I only watched sporadically, and then chewing through fourth and maybe fifth season if I can get it. Amazon, maybe. Assuming my tolerance for extra super powered textbook Sorcery hasn't hit its limit. I still think Heller stole my goddamn playbook, but hey.

Um. Okay, statements of intent! Starting at work, Blood in the Gutters and Sandborn, with Gods and Monsters edits towards the end of the day. Spellbound in the evening after I get home, along with lyrics work. That ought to clear a bunch of things off my plate, at least temporarily. And I've figured out the outline for the next segment of G&M, too! Woot!