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Feb. 26th, 2010 09:09 am( Russian )
No, brain, we will not go off on a tangent about how language construction reflects cultural and geographic influences. We will not. I don't care if it's more fun than what's going on in the real world right now.
The shortest version possible is that yesterday already started out on a squirrelly note when I had a dream the night before about reading a news article about Andrew Koenig's death (specifically involving a gunshot wound and I'm still waiting for that) and as of the morning, he was still missing. And then, of course, later yesterday, the news articles started hitting. If I wanted to have prophetic powers, I would have asked for them. The other thing is that I found out yesterday that my grandfather is, indeed, in the early stages of Alzheimer's. And even with that, it already doesn't sound good. Mom is apparently looking into assisted living for him with Aunt B.
In short, I'm done being a responsible adult now, can I have someone take care of me and tell me I don't have to worry about anything again? Or at least for a few days?
On the semi-plus side, I got all my writing done for the week before yesterday, so the fact that I got crap done doesn't really mean much. I got home and spent an obsessive few hours organizing my My Documents folder and my music, deleting the craptons of Hallelujah, half the random unlabeled shit I don't even know what it was, discovering my old mp3s of Anthony Stewart Head singing Rocky Horror, and adding on albums and album art to a bunch of other songs. Also finally inputting my playlist from one of my BigBang fics. Which automatically populated the Album title with the playlist title and the cover art with the cover art the person had made, I love them.
And then, too,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kikibug13 wrote me an absolutely wonderful hilarious little fic that comes illustrated, even! Which brightened up my morning.
Today I get to focus on just getting through the day, and writing if I manage to get home and we're not going out. Fictional people with fictional problems I can actually solve. Yay. House cleaning at work if I don't have huge orders to pack like happened yesterday. And if nothing else, maybe I'll have Shutter Island tonight.
No, brain, we will not go off on a tangent about how language construction reflects cultural and geographic influences. We will not. I don't care if it's more fun than what's going on in the real world right now.
The shortest version possible is that yesterday already started out on a squirrelly note when I had a dream the night before about reading a news article about Andrew Koenig's death (specifically involving a gunshot wound and I'm still waiting for that) and as of the morning, he was still missing. And then, of course, later yesterday, the news articles started hitting. If I wanted to have prophetic powers, I would have asked for them. The other thing is that I found out yesterday that my grandfather is, indeed, in the early stages of Alzheimer's. And even with that, it already doesn't sound good. Mom is apparently looking into assisted living for him with Aunt B.
In short, I'm done being a responsible adult now, can I have someone take care of me and tell me I don't have to worry about anything again? Or at least for a few days?
On the semi-plus side, I got all my writing done for the week before yesterday, so the fact that I got crap done doesn't really mean much. I got home and spent an obsessive few hours organizing my My Documents folder and my music, deleting the craptons of Hallelujah, half the random unlabeled shit I don't even know what it was, discovering my old mp3s of Anthony Stewart Head singing Rocky Horror, and adding on albums and album art to a bunch of other songs. Also finally inputting my playlist from one of my BigBang fics. Which automatically populated the Album title with the playlist title and the cover art with the cover art the person had made, I love them.
And then, too,
kikibug13 wrote me an absolutely wonderful hilarious little fic that comes illustrated, even! Which brightened up my morning.
Today I get to focus on just getting through the day, and writing if I manage to get home and we're not going out. Fictional people with fictional problems I can actually solve. Yay. House cleaning at work if I don't have huge orders to pack like happened yesterday. And if nothing else, maybe I'll have Shutter Island tonight.