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Rith! Rithigí!
Oscail an doras! Osclaigí an doras!
Ceannaigh bia anseo! Ceannaígí bia anseo!
Nigh do lámha! Nígí do(bhur?) lámha!
Ná bris é sin! Ná brisigí é sin!
Scríobh litir dom! Scríobhaigí litir dom!
Éirigh anois! Éirigí anois!
Siúil abhaile! Siúlaigí abhaile!
Ná péinteáil an balla dearg! Ná péintealaigí an balla dearg!
Críochnaigh an obair! Críochnaigí an obair!

Well, um. Apart from the sixteen hour blogging day which happened on Saturday, Sunday was a paragon of getting unexpected shit done. Such as putting together my desk (finally) (there is a picture) and making closer friends with someone who I strongly suspect is going to get abbreviated simply to "our knight" after a while and when the frell did this happen. What lives choices.

(Yes, I'm watching Farscape again. Or listening to it. What have you.)

So, yes. It looks like the new year isn't going to be any less chaotic than the last one, I have no idea what to do with that. I mean, apart from keep doing my work the best that I can, which goes without saying, but what the hell if shit is going to keep going sideways for better or for worse like it did last year. Last year we made friends on the cast and production crew of two fucking TV shows. Our blog skyrocketed in attention. I made friends with writers. I self-published a dime novel and a full-length anthology. This year? Goddess knows.

At least a couple of those things won't happen without help, though, so okay. Today will be White Lightning day. In the evening, Person of Interest, which while I don't expect it to get done before Friday, it'd be nice if I could pull off a miracle and do it by Wednesday night. Saturday was just too full of blogging to give me any brainpower for Sunday. If I catch up adequately with White Lightning today, there will also be Sandborn and finishing a couple dime novels. That ought to give me more than enough to do for the next few days. And after that, well. Keep on keeping on.