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Oof. God. Slept right through my walk time today, but at least I got up perfectly in time to shower and get in my dance exercises. Didn't do the full set, but tomorrow I should be up to about 90% workout capacity, so I feel better there.

I hate being sick. It's not even the being sick part. It's the part where I know I have to take care of myself for even a few days afterwards because if I don't, I'll either weaken myself and be susceptible to whatever other bugs I encounter or I'll relapse. My body doesn't generate the energy to just bounce back anymore, if it ever did and I wasn't just fooling myself, and I'm exercising at 50% capacity and sleeping through my workout. Ugh.

(Yes, I've turned into the sort of person who ughs at sleeping through her workout. I'm surprised, too.)

So, yeah. At least work's relatively quiet yesterday and today, considering I've been sick and we're one down. Or we were yesterday, I'm not sure about today. Which is good so I can get caught up on everything both personal and day-job wise. And my god there's a lot to get caught up on. Argh. Deadlines and things. I swear I'd lose my mind if it wasn't ensconced in my skull. One thing at a time, I suppose. First of all, checking in and revising my writing schedule. And getting through today. At least I've got my damn draft turned in. One thing at a time.

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... I'm going to deal with the Fragen from last week's wall o Deutsch tomorrow, I think. Too little time to go over it today.

I made a friend! Via lireavue, who did indeed keep throwing me links to the poor woman's journal until ka connected us. Go on, say it twice, you know you want to. The whole thing terribly amuses me, though. Hi new friend! I am prone to fits of hyper, post usually three times a day during a weekday with a different language each behind a cut that I'm studying, tend to ramble about either my writing or my arts projects, occasionally post links of randomness that amuse me, and take fits of political activity that usually die out when it turns out only a few people are as frothy at the mouth as I am. My userinfo, while out of date, is probably also still fairly representative. I never consider myself interesting and it always surprises me when people think I am.

So, yes! This happened. And about ten other things at once, too. Fortunately I managed not only to check in at Courtesan School, I also managed to update my writing schedule and my iSis with other stuff to do, so that when my brain finishes leaking out of my ears I can actually look these things up and remember what the hell I was doing. Because I am so very bad at that after I take these fits of hyperactivity. I'm not entirely sure if I should be worried about this fit of hyperactivity and on the lookout for a downswing, but I think it's mostly just due to everything happening at goddamn once. I swear, today's been that day where it's quiet for two hours and then all three lines ring at the same damn time.

(I swear a lot, too. Periodically.)

I'm sure I had something more interesting to go here, but now it's gone completely out of my head. Self, remember these things that you were going to do tonight: Steak and corn/other veggies for dinner, which is easy because it's mostly cooked already, Japanese, guitar, and then poke the writing schedule. Do not attempt to tackle any other projects until the weekend, even if you conceived of twenty of them today. Today is for just getting your weekday stuff done, and if you try to do ten things at once they will all be unfinished and you will be sad.

I think this is one of the things about being able to hit my limits and back away from them subsequently. I've realized (even if occasionally Kiki or someone needs to sit on me about it) that I've about hit my limit of things I can manage at once. This massive workload of writing crap, three languages, exercise, music, etc, and that's about as much as I can juggle in my life. It's good! It's a good thing, because I know I CAN. If I drop something out and replace it with something else, I know I can sustain it. The only problem is when I decide I've got fifty bright ideas and want to do all the things right the hell now. See: my brief flirtation with OMG I COULD PICK UP SINGING, TOO. No, self. No you can't. Not until some of your writing projects go bye bye. Mm, next year maybe I'll explore doing shorter writing projects and more non-writing projects. Or... something, I don't know, I'll see what happens next year!

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And that, your Honor, was when I realized I had absolutely no idea how to read music for the guitar. Oops.

Also when I accidentally switched to a Russian keyboard instead of a Japanese one. Dammit.

Oof. Tired, achey, I think because I spent two days down with a head cold and then two days running around work to both catch up and deal with the absence of a co-worker. And now my legs are trying to kill me.

I'm sure this was going to be a more introspective and interesting post at some point, but no. My brain really has completely fled. Some guitar helped. I practiced Who By Fire and was roundly lectured by one of my AlsoMe's who's a musician that if I practice that for ten minutes a day every day I will indeed be able to play Leonard Cohen and see, I was getting faster already. Which is true. I just need to stop convincing myself that the only thing I can play is crappy Pink Floyd. My playing being the crappy part, not Pink Floyd. Pink Floyd is awesome.

I did also discover, actually, that it's not that I can't strum. It's that I can't strum to the music because I'm way, way too caught up in getting everything to sound exactly right and there's no real way I can, right now, pick up every correct strum the same way every time. There just isn't. So... possibly what I need to do is practice rhythm and chords on the folk songs, and fingerpicking on the classic rock where there's more of correct vs not correct. And the more I think about it, the more that sounds like a viable plan. I'm already going to be practicing whistle on those tunes, might as well do whistle and guitar, since I don't think there's whistle stuff for the classic rock. I'd have to sound that out and, ugh, time consuming.

Hah! A solution. I knew there was one. And now I write until my fingers fall off and I fall over. Or just fall over. Goddammit why didn't I think to get chocolate and/or bring my chocolate home. Ugh, sweet tooth fail.