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[kittydesade]

There. Got through page 28, might try to get some of the way through page 29 later today. The vocab is sort of sticking. At a guess what gets the vocab sticking will be a combination of this and rote memorization. And a little bit of luck. The Irish, of all things, is what's coming to me easily today. I was running through my vocab and found myself conjugating things and making sentences, though I still need to watch more Irish-language things (I have bookmarks around here somewhere) to get a handle on the pronunciation. One of the pronunciations. Ireland has more damn regional accents than you can shake a bundle of clover at.

I started a different book than I meant to, though when I get home I also mean to dig through the shelves and maybe some of the boxes and find out where the fuck Suicide Kings has gone. I swear I shelved the fucker. And I really don't feel like buying all the Wild Card books for Kindle (though I might, for the ones I don't have copies of yet/still).

... or was it Inside Straight I had in hardcover. Dammit. I do have to go make a list of the stupid books and see which ones I have and which ones I need. They're irritatingly expensive now.

I have no idea what's draining all my energy lately. I feel like I'm operating at 80% capacity, even with getting extra sleep. It's irksome. On the plus side, apart from the boy wrenching his back, nothing horrible is happening yet at the moment and the only massive disruption I have coming up is my annual physical. Which reminds me, though, to let him know I've been exposed to whooping cough because fuckknuckles at the boy's workplace don't know better than to stay at home when they're sick. Morons.

... Yeah, I'll come back and finish this when my town isn't on fire. (Gas explosion. House and people not likely in danger. No one hurt as far as I can tell yet, but still. This fucking week.)