kittydesade | Apr. 6th, 2010

Apr. 6th, 2010

( Deutsch )

Well, now Laedecker's really loud.

Definitely need to do German Sunday through Thursday nights. I'm not going to get anything done Friday after I leave work. It only took me the better part of a year to realize this. Or, more like, the better part of a year to acknowledge this as a limitation of mine. I really, really hate to fail at anything I set myself to, and my brain kept registering that as a failure. Argh. Stupid backbrain. Stupid brainweasels, whatever that is.

There should be more here, but I'm tired, and it's getting late. Of course, now that it's getting late, that's when I start having inspirations come flying out of my ass (enjoy that mental image, folks). Why is it all the inspiration comes flying late at night when I need to go to bed? Is it my brain taunting me? Stupid thinkmeats.

The lasagna seems to have gone over well. I still have my lasagna of course, and stew, and various other things to eat. I should be okay until the weekend. If a bit tired. Also, it's freaking 80 out. Why is it 80 out? Did we just go from winter to summer with no spring whatsoever? Argh. Do not want. At least there's supposed to be rain coming later this week. And I can't believe it's only Monday night. Argh.

Right. Time to go to bed. More writing tomorrow, and I did at least get a pretty good start on it today.

( Russian )

And that's about all I can manage to focus on this morning. I was doing fine until about half past the hour when all of a sudden two characters in the projects I'm working on got loud and I couldn't focus on Russian to save my life. Christ. I didn't get the story that came up last night as I was falling asleep written, either, but at least I made a start on it. And today I might not have a chance to finish it until I get back home. This is kind of irritating. Kind of cool, in the sense that it's good to be inspired, but it's also irritating when I can't damn well focus on anything else except the voices of the characters rattling around in my head.

Ah well. Mail order sale day two. This one will probably be worse than yesterday both because I have to spend the first hour or so out front (which, ooh, maybe I can get some more done on the story then) and because there was already a backlog towards the end of the day yesterday. Which may mean that people have wised up to the sale, which means more orders and more work. Now I really am glad I made all that food.

Hopefully today it'll be something vaguely resembling less hot. Or at least, hopefully today ... I don't know. Something. I'm glad the building is air conditioned as thoroughly as it is. It may be cold some of the time but at least that's better than roasting during the mail order sale.

And things are slowly settling into place. Not so much one by one but, just. Things are slowly settling back down again. I like that. I like not running the Red Queen's race. I wish the boy could find work, but right now that's less up to either of us and more up to the economy, and how that'll shake down. We'll get through.

( Japanese )

Heh. That lesson I did pretty much remember.

Still having some trouble separating where the particles go. Well, the one for direct object and the one for subject, especially when the subject is a bit wonky. I guess the solution may be to get a bunch of sentences together and see if that correlates with the usage in the book. At some point. Maybe Friday, while I review Kanji. ... actually, that's an eminently reasonable solution, Jag, duh.

Mail order sale is... surprisingly more quiet than I thought it would be. Still. So I'm not sure what's going on today. I'm going to finish posting this and then do the shipping pretty much all at once so that that's out of the way if we get deluged again, but the phones have been quiet and we haven't been getting many orders down from the shopping cart through the Lurking Bandit, so. I have no idea what's up. It's all very anti-climactic. Again.

Did remember to trim my bangs, at least! There's another story going up at some point today in the same universe as that horribly depressing last story I posted, this one a sort of... opposite, almost? To the one I posted. It'd probably be happier if I hadn't thought of, written, and posted the horribly depressing one first. I have no idea why these damn characters are so loud in my head now. I just hope they stay that way all through the whole process of writing the damn thing. I have four very large things to write in the next five or six months, and I do not want everyone to shut up on me at once.

Then again, knowing my brain, they'll all talk at once and I'll go crazy that way. Go me.