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Okay, and in further Jeff Bridges is haunting me news, I completely forgot he was in Last Unicorn. And I've totally been thinking of that story for at least a week or two. And then earlier today I realized, no, that's actually Jeff Bridges as Lir. I need to go binge on Liam Neeson or something, this is getting ridiculous. Except there's a chance I may see True Grit again. The collision and conflation of Cogburn, Flynn, and Lir is ... Yeah, ow. Okay, I'm going to step away from the Jeff Bridges now. Back to unicorns.

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Om nom verbs.

Okay, I was going to say that getting that extra hour of sleep last night helped but no. No it didn't. Probably eating fewer damn sugar cookies would help, bad Jag, but I think also a lot of it is just dealing with the hotel crap and the flooding crap and all that other crap I've been dealing with over the past week. I am in crap up to my hips and I am sick of it. Can I please have some fun stuff now?

Possibly that will be True Grit and/or this random Sean Bean movie tomorrow. No, I do not know if he is either a traitor or dead or both. I look forward to finding out which of Schroedinger Bean is in this movie.

(You think I'm kidding; I've seen a number of Sean Bean movies due to a past fixation and out of maybe ten or twelve, there was only one where he was neither a traitor nor at least potentially dead.)

(The potentially dead refers to Silent Hill. Still not sure what was happening in that movie.)

Anyway. Ugh. Heading home to poke the Japanese, make a sandwich, and try and figure out what writing projects I really want to get done. Still have no idea what the fuck is going on with Black Ice. But, yes, I'm going to keep ranting about it until you all either die of curiosity or I figure out what's happening in my own bloody story. This irritates me. And yet it's kind of fun, too. In that fascinating way that peeling and scratching at a sunburn is irritating and fascinating.

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( 日本語 )

Every once in a while I wonder how I can possibly keep six languages in my head all at once. And then I realize that I'm trying to keep six languages in my head at once, write, edit, hold down a day job, keep an apartment clean, cook healthy meals, knit or spin, and relax at once and then my head explodes. Only not really.

There's a better than average chance I will be hiding in the house this weekend and doing very little except cooking and sleeping. Or possibly outlining. I don't know how I manage to do all this shit in one day, on a day like today. Three damn languages, some knitting, I fell down on making lunch for everyone but at least managed not to eat too much chocolate and/or other crap (the Lurking Bandit had a birthday today and for that occasion he had Tuxedo mousse cake) and have not yet killed anyone for babbling their entire spinning history at me over the phone.

I would make a very sucky parent. I would keep trying to do everything for about two weeks, realize I couldn't, fall into a despair of some kind and then spend the next five years trying to figure out how I could do everything and care for a small child. Unless I were a full time parent. I could probably do this in place of a full time job, keeping the apartment clean and cooking healthy meals kind of dovetails with the whole parenting thing as I understand it? Ah well. This is why I don't have kids. That and the not being able to afford them, kids are expensive.

Oof. Right. Well, I have a nutritious dinner anyway, no matter what the cat thinks of it, thank you for your litter-scratching-like opinion, Mikey. I have dinner, I have my Japanese book open, I have a big tall glass of, hm, milk, and I have things to do. Shutting up and soldiering. It's not like I haven't been doing this pretty damn consistently for a while.