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Okay. Never went back to Japanese on LJ, at least, though I think I did finish all those exercises. So. Have German instead.

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So tired. Still working on the Projekt, which... is either the worst idea I've ever had or my ticket to Hollywood. Or, most likely, I'll just get ignored. Still working on Long Road. Jackie Earle Haley is still fucking scary, but Human Target is so getting cancelled. Fox is already jumping it around on the schedule from day to day, which means it's toast. Then again, it was made by someone other than Joss Whedon, so...

I did, at least, finish my second apocabigbang story, so there's that. I can let that sit for a little while and then do my editing. And over the next two days I get to work on Projekt My Playbook I Believe You Has It and Long Road, editing and fussing with Long Road. And at some point I need to outline Martine. Which is also going to go either very well or very poorly. Not sure which. I think I need to go to bed on time more often. On the other hand, maybe it'll be slow at work tomorrow? Maybe? I said that this morning though and then I wound up shipping 250 or so pounds worth of merch. Ugh.

Right. Bed now. More writeys tomorrow. And possibly icons of Jackie Earle Haley being fucking scary. Because I swear that's his default setting. I'm scared of him, anyway.



And, um. Fogging the hatchlings so they don't get overloaded by the ER, which doesn't seem to auto-knock them out once they hatch or grow up. Whoops. So, I'm paranoid about my eggs sometimes.

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Still unreasonably crushing on Jackie Earle Haley. Not entirely obsessed, I don't feel a need to go around digging into his life, but definitely crushing. Oi.

After today's dinner we are so eating leftovers for the next couple of days. There's pizza, stir-fry, and vegetable soup, and today's meal is going to generate leftovers too, I just know it. Leftovers. Lots of them. Fortunately they're largely healthy leftovers. And right now I'm burning my mouth on a cup of hot chocolate, dark chocolate raspberry. I swear. Nothing better in the world than the simple pleasures.

Second apocabigbang draft done! Woot! Now I can devote myself to Projekt My Playbook I Believe You Has It and my Long Road outline. It turns out I did not win the editing job after all, which is bleh, but oh well. I still need to do a query letter for Pen maybe today, but I've got three queries out for Astrid, so that's something? And Long Road to go through the outline for. I think I may do that some today.

... dammit. Can't finish my hot cocoa. :(

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Oh my god this is so MacGyver it hurts. And it is perfect for prolonged blackouts, especially in winter.

I'm having another one of those "Dyaugh we're actually doing this!" moments with regards to Courtesan School. For the uninitiated or those who forgot, this is a self-improvement club of sorts and the reason I've been posting bits and pieces in other languages for, oh. A year. Holy hell. I've been posting in non-random German and Russian for a year. I've been studying it for a year. And I'm getting to the point where my Russian understanding is getting quicker, and I can almost read German at speed, except for the vocabulary. Oh my brain just went base over apex again.

Anyway. This moment has been brought to you by me playing Spanish tutor and it actually working. It's reminding me of my Spanish and enabling me to help my friends learn. Which is awesome.

Right. What's on tap for this weekend. Nothing large and arduous? No? Okay. I need to make icons of the following people:
Jackie Earle Haley from Human Target (and possibly Watchmen?)
Sebastian Stan
Jessica Biel from Blade: Trinity
Silk Spectre
Misha Collins (occasionally five and 'o rly' Russian)
Tiger Cub
Penelope Garcia
Peter Burke/White Collar

And possibly others. I need to make bases first, that may happen tonight or tomorrow, between writing. I also need a Jackie Earle Haley background of scarybadassness because that is going to glare at me from my computer screen every time I try to procrastinate exercising. Yes. Because that man is scary. And, oh god. I could use Olga for the O Rly icon. I just thought of that. Ahahaahyes. This amuses me just a little more than it should but I thinking, I need icons of that. And it keeips not happening. Painting happens first, on Saturday.

With the boy looking for work as he is I should not feel quite as kickass as I do, and yet I do. Yeah, our ability to survive under our own roof and on our own power is somewhat hampered, but we're okay, and he's got bites and being realy pro-active/aggressive/what have you about job hunting without me having to nag him, so. Hey. Also, he's a guy, and while I hate to think of it that way that probably does give him an advantage. Stupid system.

Anyway. Finishing up stuff, because I haven't gotten nearly as much off-the-job stuff done as I wanted to during the day? But damned if I didn't clear a lot of crap off my desk today anyway. Booyah.