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There. Somewhat more focus today. And it helps to actually switch the keyboard back to English before I attempt to type in English.

Oof. Check-in post today. Somewhat updated my Amazon wish list, at least with a bunch of shinies. Did not attempt to dig up a Tron guitar strap. I do not need a Tron guitar strap, I do not need to already go shopping for backup guitars I can haul around Dragon*Con if I really want to, although the idea of perching outside the Walk of Fame and just noodling on the guitar for anyone who wants to listen is kind of amusing. Especially since it's likely to be either British Isles folk songs or Classic rock, both of which people are likely to recognize and be able to sing along to. Of course, thinking about this right before bed led to the terribly ridiculous thought of what if [X film star here] hears this and starts singing along, at which point I decided I was too silly for wakefulness.

Did manage, after a couple of days of not making my sleep schedule work, to get up and get my damn jumping rope in, along with my dancing. Did not manage my core exercises, so that's something to work on tonight. Slowly getting my schedule slammed back into place again, two steps forward one step back. Not being distracted by Sorcerers on TV is a good thing. And I suppose the rest of this is mostly for check in.

Meme of entertaining still up, somehow I have writing to do again. Two Yuletide stories done, one more to re-read the canon for and then do, and next chapter of Juke Joint Jezebel to finish and post. I have the rest of the SciFi thing that still needs a title to draft up and then send over to my Mixer, I might try and push and get that done in the next day or two. I know how it's going to go, it's only a couple days' worth of scenes anyway. More awkwardly, I have outlines to start laying out for next year's editing push, and that's harder than I want it to be.

C'est la vie. I also have a couple fun ideas for Once Upon A Time fic and so on and so forth, so there's that. I can intersperse work with play. And I'm in a particularly strap on the shitkickers and get to work mood, which isn't a bad thing.

Something I didn't mention last night which might also be the cause of some of the hyper, I ended up crouching over a notebook and my guitar scribbling down tabs for The Unforgiven (Metallica) in hot pink pen last night. Apart from the surreality of Metallica tabs in hot pink pen, there's something uplifting about being able to listen to a song, grump about the tabs being all wrong, and then just write down notes in tablature form to fix it. I haven't fixed it yet, but I'm still working on it. The hard part is trusting that my ear is good enough to be able to at least figure out better tabs. Then again, from what I hear, they could hardly be worse.

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I swear, if one more person tries to cat-help me today I'm going to rip their throat out with my teeth. I am frustrated beyond belief.

On the plus side, Sorcerers chewing on each other is always fun, as long as it isn't descending into augh run and hide under the bed territory.

I will say, I am glad I moved the fuck out of Cincinnati. I don't define myself as a white person or a person of color (and now that I type that out the binary of it irritates me both in the way of phrasing and in the way I can't come up with an easy fix for the words), I don't think about things like that much at all. I had to actually stop and think what I wanted on my ShowMe because I so rarely identify myself as one race in particular. And yet, Cincinnati is the only place I have ever felt treated as dirty, second-class, or what have you because of my non-pure ethnic heritage. I'm half-Mexican, for those of you wondering what I'm blathering on about. Half-Mexican, half-wharrgble, where wharrgbble stands in for a bizarre mix of Eastern European, Western European, and some distant Native American.

And in Cincinnati I was treated to the most bizarre mix of receptions. Being looked on as the 'hired help' and being looked down their noses at, literally. I don't think I've ever seen someone literally look down their nose at me. It was a really peculiar sensation. And then having some jackass financial manager person tell me that it was great that I spoke Spanish, it made me ideal because I could bring all the benefits of their company to the hard-working Mexicans. I have never wanted to hit someone with a table quite so much in my life. So, yeah. I have some confused racial identity issues. Although I definitely prefer that I have the luxury of not having to think about it much, here. Tanning up as it gets warmer will be interesting. And still, I am so goddamn glad I moved out of Cincinnati. Fuckers. Post-racial society, where again?

Right. Um. I have Shit To Do. And at some point I should go down to the stationary store and see about some stationary for writing of letters to grandparent. I might as well link that to check-in day so I remember. Oi, too much crap to do, too little time. I suppose that's what I have this icon for.