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There. Some supplemental vocab.

Forgot to add yesterday that in addition to everything else, I started off the morning by walking into a spider web. Not a few strands of a web, a full goddamn web. And then spent the next several meters doing the dance of augh augh get it off get it off. This morning I started off with my jeans of cat piss. The day had only better go up from here or there will be fucking murders.

On the other hand, after yesterday's vampire Pomeranian quality what the fuck, there's only so much no I'm not saying that. Never mind.

The widget says the only thing coming by UPS today is my second bento set for the boy. The widget had better not lie. I have a shitton of writing todo and have told the boy this so that he knows better than to schedule me for anything. Until at least Saturday night. I'm slowly getting back into my writing mojo, out of everything else that's happening the boy and I are dealing with it together rather than letting it make us cranky at each other, which is good, and...

I don't know. I am out of cope for the time being. People, you have been warned. (And yes, there was Japanese yesterday, it just didn't get posted because shit kept happening and I kept getting distracted by epic, vampire Pomeranian shit.)

I will say, that despite my knee-jerk reaction stemming from Mom's two divorces, both of which involved quasi-violent men (the first, my bio-dad, worse by far than the second, let's just say there was Lifetime movie style drama), I don't think Chuckles is that kind of violent. I haven't spent enough time around him to be more sure, though. Insufficient data. Data data data, I cannot make bricks without clay.

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Christ, that is a wall of Japanese that I should translate later today. Or tomorrow. Eek.

So, after the cat pee incident and the Schroedinger's Website incident and the corporations are lying fucktards incident, the day is starting to go better. The widget did not lie to me, I found out that we now can, in fact, do redirects easily. The extra lunch stuff came, and my god that is an eyeblinding, pull your eyeballs out and scream down the sockets lime. I managed to get Japanese posted, my little digital dragons didn't die, or some of them didn't, which would be about the equivalent of my goldfish dying that one day from hell. We finally, finally got rid of the old bitch of a car, my Ford. A '93 Ford whose transmission was being held together by tacky transmission fluid and the grace of the Goddess. It's being donated to the something veteran's something something, why can I never remember that damn name. Boy's choice, I like it. I like doing shit to help my veterans.

I'm actually more back into the writing groove than I thought I would be, given a chance for a quiet day at work. I like this, this makes me feel good. I also, at some point, should post a ramble on the virtues of the Courtesan and shit like that, but that's definitely a ramble for another day. Suffice to say that, right now, my Timing needs work, but I feel I've also been building my Grace and my Brilliance. And at some point this week there needs to be some time devoted to Joie before Cheek takes more than its fair share.

(See why this all needs explained?)

I need a personal trainer. Or someone to tell me why it feels like half the fat in my body is detaching from the rest of my body and jiggling in annoying places. I'm not gaining weight, I know what gaining weight looks like and it doesn't look like my jeans being slightly looser from one week to the next, I just am apparently not gaining any muscle tone whatsoever. Or if I do it's all being hidden in my loose fat doing a happy little dance around my body. Words cannot describe how irritating this is.

Note: For the record, I am choosing to disbelieve that this has anything to do with me not exercising for a week due to plague. This is my fantasy world where my body does what I tell it to and if it doesn't, that's because it's evil. Shaddup.

Oogh. Right. Organization needs to happen. We need to figure out something to do about the TV, now that we've done something about the car. I am... really liking this whole bento, thing. Oh! That was the other thing I meant to do. Pay no attention to the text behind the curtain.

( Bento Ideas Transcribed from Laptop Lunch book )

... no, the rest of this is fruits and vegetables and that I can figure out on my own. Shrimp salad, by the way, is ew because the first couple times I had shrimp I had gross rubbery shrimp and I haven't been able to get over that since. I hear people do the same things with sushi, but I haven't been one of those, thankfully.

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Maybe one more day of review for the last chunk of grammar and then moving on, this is pretty basic.

God I'm tired. Really, really tired. Actually instead of anything else there may be making stuff for bento now and brushing teeth and then just curling up in bed so I can write before sleep. I like this plan.

On the plus side, car gone! TV maybe soon gone. On the minus side, that weekend I was hoping to have to write? May also be gone. Folkmoot is this weekend, Bele Chere is this weekend, there were some slightly panicked hints that I should come play backup for the storefront over Bele Chere because of the increased traffic, and oh god I really don't want to the more I think about it. I want to rest. I want to sleep, and rest, and lie around and do nothing and be embroiled in no drama.

But I probably will because work = money and it's not like it's bad or difficult, just tiring. Moo. Ponder.

Yeah, making lunch and brushing teeth now. Have I mentioned how much I love my bento? Because I do. Although holy shit now I have a fuckton of LIME! containers. I have LIME! coming out of my ears and my cabinet.