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Feb. 3rd, 2015 10:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeOof. So, yesterday, I came in to work all "No, it'll be fine, I don't have anything incoming, unless there's a bunch of outgoing it'll be a light day." Yeah, you can probably guess what happened. Then we went to the grocery store on the way home. Then I got home, made mac and cheese, did maybe a paragraph or two of writing, devoured it. Then I cut 5lbs of chicken and got that started cooking. Then I swapped the cat boxes. Then I put away my shiny new nail polish (except the free colors were black white and silver, what's up with such boringness, Zoya?) and straightened up my vanity. Then I came back downstairs, cooked some more chicken... after a while it all sort of blurs together. I ended up writing all of my 1k words for the day in the last hour, hour and a half of the day. And did Latin. And did yoga.
I should probably try not to repeat that performance again tonight. Especially since I have a book to finish. What do I have to do tonight, cook dinner? Finish my book. If I'm lucky, just study Arabic on top of that. Yes. Let's leave it at that.
On the plus side the writing is mostly coming along all right. Everything happened smoothly at the last minute last night, even the thing I was afraid I'd lost momentum on, which is sort of a relief. Now I'm just sort of stuck in the boggy land of this is not cohesive and I hate everything on one thing, which, I have only a couple scenes left to finish it! Come on, self.
(This is not helping. It is taking forever.)
I did do some other things, though. The balance transfer finally is going through, so everything will be consolidated under one bank. I feel like since I went off to college and got my first ... second? No, first, bank account, I've been leaving this little trail of bank accounts behind me. Like the tail end of a caterpillar so long it can't quite tell where it is anymore. Now all my cards, accounts, mortgage, everything is under one damn roof. It might be the roof of an evil empire, but it's treated me fairly so far, I think I can manage to trust it at least for a while longer.
And now it's pretty much alternating between writing and Arabic until sleep happens. Which might be sooner rather than later, I keep yawning. And Operation Rocket Stay Out Of The Damn Cat Food was a predictable failure, and tomorrow I get to do all the I told you so dances at the boy. Yes, even if I put the food up high the raccoon will get at it. It's a RACCOON. That's what they do. Silly boy.
We had a minimum of five ferals today. Possibly more if the ones the boy saw were different than the ones I saw. Feline army, wot.
I should probably try not to repeat that performance again tonight. Especially since I have a book to finish. What do I have to do tonight, cook dinner? Finish my book. If I'm lucky, just study Arabic on top of that. Yes. Let's leave it at that.
On the plus side the writing is mostly coming along all right. Everything happened smoothly at the last minute last night, even the thing I was afraid I'd lost momentum on, which is sort of a relief. Now I'm just sort of stuck in the boggy land of this is not cohesive and I hate everything on one thing, which, I have only a couple scenes left to finish it! Come on, self.
(This is not helping. It is taking forever.)
I did do some other things, though. The balance transfer finally is going through, so everything will be consolidated under one bank. I feel like since I went off to college and got my first ... second? No, first, bank account, I've been leaving this little trail of bank accounts behind me. Like the tail end of a caterpillar so long it can't quite tell where it is anymore. Now all my cards, accounts, mortgage, everything is under one damn roof. It might be the roof of an evil empire, but it's treated me fairly so far, I think I can manage to trust it at least for a while longer.
And now it's pretty much alternating between writing and Arabic until sleep happens. Which might be sooner rather than later, I keep yawning. And Operation Rocket Stay Out Of The Damn Cat Food was a predictable failure, and tomorrow I get to do all the I told you so dances at the boy. Yes, even if I put the food up high the raccoon will get at it. It's a RACCOON. That's what they do. Silly boy.
We had a minimum of five ferals today. Possibly more if the ones the boy saw were different than the ones I saw. Feline army, wot.