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Nov. 17th, 2010 08:34 am( Русский язык )
At this point I'm ready to just say 'fuckit' and memorize all the numbers. Oi.
Tired. Slightly cranky, and mostly tired. Really tired because Mikey did the waking up thing AGAIN and we tried locking him out of the room except he kept banging on the door, then. I'm ready to try a squirt bottle next. I have no idea what's up with him lately. He's so obnoxious and so loud and so damned big and muscular for a cat that it's hard to wrangle him and stay half asleep enough to be able to get back to sleep quickly. Ugh.
Okay. Today, more mail order sale. Coming home, figuring out what to make for dinner. Oh christ, I have that appointment with the postal service rep today. That requires being a responsible adult. I don't want to be a responsible adult. I want to go back to bed. I want to curl up in bed, and then do some writing, and then ... drink hot cocoa and sit around in my pajamas all day. Something like that.
Instead, I get to be a responsible adult. Yay.
Right. Sigh. Going to work. Possibly copying the vocab sheets out of my first year Russian textbook. Coming home and posting my Big Bang. I'd say going to bed early but that probably won't happen. Maybe going to bed early tomorrow night. This weekend I am taking for myself and doing not a goddamn thing. Except writing. And dicking around with computer games.
Small victories: So far I have not eaten badly, I've kept up with making everyone's lunch, I've kept up with Japanese in the evenings, and I've gone to bed on time. I've had two kickass days in a row, it was only a matter of time before I had a more blah one. And I'm halfway through the mail order sale week. And then I can rest. Okay, that wasn't so bad. Little better now.
At this point I'm ready to just say 'fuckit' and memorize all the numbers. Oi.
Tired. Slightly cranky, and mostly tired. Really tired because Mikey did the waking up thing AGAIN and we tried locking him out of the room except he kept banging on the door, then. I'm ready to try a squirt bottle next. I have no idea what's up with him lately. He's so obnoxious and so loud and so damned big and muscular for a cat that it's hard to wrangle him and stay half asleep enough to be able to get back to sleep quickly. Ugh.
Okay. Today, more mail order sale. Coming home, figuring out what to make for dinner. Oh christ, I have that appointment with the postal service rep today. That requires being a responsible adult. I don't want to be a responsible adult. I want to go back to bed. I want to curl up in bed, and then do some writing, and then ... drink hot cocoa and sit around in my pajamas all day. Something like that.
Instead, I get to be a responsible adult. Yay.
Right. Sigh. Going to work. Possibly copying the vocab sheets out of my first year Russian textbook. Coming home and posting my Big Bang. I'd say going to bed early but that probably won't happen. Maybe going to bed early tomorrow night. This weekend I am taking for myself and doing not a goddamn thing. Except writing. And dicking around with computer games.
Small victories: So far I have not eaten badly, I've kept up with making everyone's lunch, I've kept up with Japanese in the evenings, and I've gone to bed on time. I've had two kickass days in a row, it was only a matter of time before I had a more blah one. And I'm halfway through the mail order sale week. And then I can rest. Okay, that wasn't so bad. Little better now.