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Jan. 19th, 2012 09:31 am( Русский язык )
Well, that's part one of finance crap done. Apparently my credit is Really Damn Good! Not quite as awesome as the boy's but still really damn good. Hopefully it's good enough for us to get a decent rate on a fixed-rate mortgage that will cover our prospective houses; we're seeing more houses this weekend and slowly moving forward with that. Slowly and cautiously. I'm trying to be cautious about it, I hit the point where last night or the night before I had weird half-awake anxiety dreams about the whole damn thing. Ugh.
... No kidding, a guitar pick just dropped out of the sky and onto my hand. Well, out of the apartment and onto my hand. Probably it got knocked down from wherever I'd last put it, but, really, this is what it's come down to. Random guitar picks materializing. Part of me wants to be all "Yay I have musician cred" and part of me is going "GODDAMMIT GUITAR PICKS EVERYWHERE."
Blargh. I'm sure I had more to say here. We saw Formula 51 last night, aka The 51st State, aka Samuel L Jackson innakilt and Robert Carlyle as the Wee Dippy Football Hooligan. With the soul patch. There was much giggling, especially when a Felix DeSouza seemed to launch himself straight at one part of the collective brain. I await news of his demise by being chewed up and spat out by one of the other brain denizens any hour now. But yeah, that happened, and I even got a bit of writing done on things I actually should get writing done. And then tonight, posting for drafts to be turned in of things for WitchesbigBang and oh crap. Have to figure out how that's going to work with artists stuff and things, and who sends the rough draft where.
Oh, hey, I found where the guitar pick came from. Still doesn't explain how one of them fell on me.
Urgh. I need to get shit done and my brain is too scattered to get shit done. I do not like this state of affairs. I guess this means it's time for the set 'em up knock 'em down mindset, do one thing, get it done, go on to the next. I just wish I were more on top of things, though. Or maybe I just wish that I felt like I was more on top of things. Stop it, self, you are exercising, studying Russian or Irish, making healthy lunches and going to work relatively put together, doing work, eating a healthy lunch, doing German, doing more work, getting writing done, coming home, doing guitar practice, doing Japanese, cooking healthy dinners, and going to bed at a reasonable hour. You are still juggling all of this and finding time to goof off and watch wee football hooligans. That is really damn put together. So chill.
Well, that's part one of finance crap done. Apparently my credit is Really Damn Good! Not quite as awesome as the boy's but still really damn good. Hopefully it's good enough for us to get a decent rate on a fixed-rate mortgage that will cover our prospective houses; we're seeing more houses this weekend and slowly moving forward with that. Slowly and cautiously. I'm trying to be cautious about it, I hit the point where last night or the night before I had weird half-awake anxiety dreams about the whole damn thing. Ugh.
... No kidding, a guitar pick just dropped out of the sky and onto my hand. Well, out of the apartment and onto my hand. Probably it got knocked down from wherever I'd last put it, but, really, this is what it's come down to. Random guitar picks materializing. Part of me wants to be all "Yay I have musician cred" and part of me is going "GODDAMMIT GUITAR PICKS EVERYWHERE."
Blargh. I'm sure I had more to say here. We saw Formula 51 last night, aka The 51st State, aka Samuel L Jackson innakilt and Robert Carlyle as the Wee Dippy Football Hooligan. With the soul patch. There was much giggling, especially when a Felix DeSouza seemed to launch himself straight at one part of the collective brain. I await news of his demise by being chewed up and spat out by one of the other brain denizens any hour now. But yeah, that happened, and I even got a bit of writing done on things I actually should get writing done. And then tonight, posting for drafts to be turned in of things for WitchesbigBang and oh crap. Have to figure out how that's going to work with artists stuff and things, and who sends the rough draft where.
Oh, hey, I found where the guitar pick came from. Still doesn't explain how one of them fell on me.
Urgh. I need to get shit done and my brain is too scattered to get shit done. I do not like this state of affairs. I guess this means it's time for the set 'em up knock 'em down mindset, do one thing, get it done, go on to the next. I just wish I were more on top of things, though. Or maybe I just wish that I felt like I was more on top of things. Stop it, self, you are exercising, studying Russian or Irish, making healthy lunches and going to work relatively put together, doing work, eating a healthy lunch, doing German, doing more work, getting writing done, coming home, doing guitar practice, doing Japanese, cooking healthy dinners, and going to bed at a reasonable hour. You are still juggling all of this and finding time to goof off and watch wee football hooligans. That is really damn put together. So chill.