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( Русский язык )

Today is such a Spider Jerusalem day I can't even begin to tell you. I have the sneaking suspicion I butchered the Russian and I want to punch people in the face. This may result in a hermitage from online till I can respond to unbridled optimism and enthusiasm with something more civilized than "fuck you." I don't even know why except that my dreams last night were vivid and less than pleasant.

Games went surprisingly okay, despite the fact that I was coming down with something and didn't think I'd make it through one game let alone two. I talked with Pixie some about her new Shape-ups, which led to me trying a pair on Sunday and the disappointing revelation that they did not, in fact, do a damn thing. No wobble, no effort in my stride. It felt a little like walking on a very tall pair of sneakers, which they were, and other than that, zilch. No 60$ pair of sneakers for me. We went grocery shopping isntead and came home. Which I am never, ever doing again, no grocery shopping on Super Bowl Sunday till the Super Bowl is well underway, thank you.

Update: At work. Still cranky. Still puzzled as to why so cranky and wanting to bite everyone in creation. But at least work isn't aggravating. There's very little major stuff outgoing, only two things incoming, one of them sizable and the other less so, and... something. Hoping to get the world building exercise worked on today, as well as some setup for some Big Bangs and editing. And then house cleaning tonight because two games in two days leaves the apartment a wreck. Hell, maybe that's why I'm so irritable. My house is in shambles and the table's in the middle of the room and I can't fucking exercise efficiently without the space. Stupid small apartment.

... actually, that would explain a lot.

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( 日本語 )

Every once in a while I wonder why I do this to myself. Why I bother to learn three languages at once, why I put myself through this when I'll never master all the stuff I want to master anyway and it's not like insert half a dozen excuses here. Little voices in the back of my head whispering, oh give it up already. It's not like you're getting anywhere. It's not like it really matters. It's not like anyone gives a damn. Fuck you, little voices. Fuck you right in the eye.

So, yes, it's been that kind of a day. Four pages of Japanese grammar typed up did not help. But on the plus side, I've gotten a lot done already. I do have two book blurbs to write, that I'm not looking forward to, because if the voices are whispering give it up it doesn't matter on the languages, they just won't shut up on the damn book self-publishing endeavor. This is where it's useful also to have Also Mes, or headvoices, or whatever else you call them. More positive whispers that say, ah, fuck'em, you'll have done something and you'll have done something you wanted to do, that you like. And that's worth it no matter what anyone says.

... No, you know what, bad little voices? Fuck you in the eye with a power tool. If the boything calls up from whatever hospital he's CNAing at and says "Hey sweetie, I got a patient here who's talking in a language no one understands, can you identify it?" I stand a hell of a lot better chance of identifying and being able to translate if I keep working and keep moving, and thereby it makes not only me feel better, but also other people. So, hah. Bite me.

On the other hand, hey, look! I finally made an expressive caterpillar brain icon! Soon to come, Bitch, Please and conquering the world-building leviathan. I think I'm going to forgo tossing the rest of it up at you because it's 5,000+ words, and that's just the questions. Seriously, don't tackle this thing unless you really want to build all the details of a world from scratch, oh my god, I'd forgotten how insane I could get. And am going again, right now. Whoops.

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... I never even read Redwall.

Well, crap.