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Oof. No, Daylight Savings has screwed me for any ability to focus, mostly due to not getting to bed last night at any kind of reasonable hour. And then getting up and doing some stretching and falling back asleep again because, see "not going to bed at any reasonable hour."

I'm tired of the news. I'm tired of bullshit legislation. I'm tired of disasters and real people problems I can't fix. I want to deal with fake people problems. I can fix fake people problems, I can bring people back from the dead, I can make it all just a bad dream. I can wave my magic wand and make everything better again. Fake people problems are so so much easier to fix.

I got a bunch of writing and editing done over the weekend, against my self-imposed deadlines. I guess that's something. I think I just need a break. And more sleep.

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( Deutsch )

No more link roundups. I have no cope left, not around a full time job, maintaining my own routines for the sake of my own sanity, writing deadlines, and the increasing amount of bad news from about 1/4 of the states in this country. Michigan jacked up the tax rate for everyone but corporations, whose tax rates were lowered 82%. Go on, consider the implications of that. I'll wait.

I know it's probably a combination of overload, PMS, PMS-related headaches and co-worker induced stress (don't ask) but right now it feels like we'll all end up owing our souls to the company store and the fat cats will keep getting fatter, and nothing anyone can say or do means a damn.

Oof. I have other things to think about. I did go ahead and splurge on Scarecrow and Mrs. King Season 1, as it was almost half price on Amazon this month and it's cheap to begin with, and I could use more Bruce Boxleitner in my life. Somehow discussing this led around to Bruce in a dancer's girdle with a fig leaf sewn on front doing wacky hijinks. Which of course led to the manwhore comment, and that usually makes me feel better. I just have to picture Sheridan saying the same line and it's immediately twice as funny, especially when you picture Delenn making faces at him trying to figure out the specific cultural connotations of "manwhore."

And there will be fic tonight, and some form of decent food, and cornbread, because it's Pi day and pie are round but cornbread r square, and I will sit and write and possibly watch Castle, I forget. And if not I will watch something else. NOT Battlestar Galactica. My nerves cannot take anything remotely resembling a disaster movie, I have a hard enough time watching disaster movies (I don't, anymore) let alone watching them with one real life disaster playing out currently and several other countries recovering from several other disasters. Something silly. Like a cartoon. Maybe muppets.

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Apparently at the end of this chapter I'm supposed to write a letter in Japanese. This ... actually kind of amuses me. I don't have paper quite solid enough to handle the calligraphy ink I have, but damn do I want to be able to do beautiful calligraphy. (I also don't have the practice.)

It's an Invader Zim night. It's an Invader Zim and chocolate ice cream and stroganoff night. And then writing and editing and playing lots of guitar till my fingers bleed. Not literally. But at least till I get another few parts of Beat The Devil's Tattoo reasonably mastered. And pulling the covers over my head and not coming out till the world shapes the hell up or till I have more cope.

Now I'm going to watch a cartoon boy with a freakishly large head turn into a baloney.