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Man. Everything I'm hearing about Once Upon A Time's most recent episode is telling me this is going to suck, hard. Which is kind of amazing for a show that is, overall, really poorly written. I blame Carlyle.

On the other hand, now begins the real chance that we might hear back from the bank. Which means of course that I'm going to be checking my email quasi-obsessively all day. And all night, until OUAT distracts me, hopefully to be followed by Robert Carlyle inna red thong. I also seem to have gone straight back to Leverage again, given half a moment's thought and a rewatch of the most recent season finale. Or whatever it was that triggered my abrupt fascination with poking Quinn in the soft spots.

I really, really want to listen to certain songs on my iSis and I know that if I do that, the whole Rumplestiltskin/Gold thing is going to kick back up again. So I won't. But I want to. And none of this is helping my slowly increasing headache. Yes, I took painkillers.

Irish is actually starting to be easier to read and figure out! Even if, as always, my vocab needs major work. But the exercises are getting better, I can read and translate things pretty smoothly, and while I think I'll go over the last chapter and do some more made-up exercises just to make sure the points are hammered into my head, it seems like things there are going along pretty smoothly too. I love it when languages go smoothly and just settle into patterns in my brain. Om nom tasty patterns.

Right. If this headache ever settles, it seems like it's slow enough that I could get some writing done today as well as work. If. We'll see. Which does not fill me with boundless enthusiasm.

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Supposedly the listing agent is going to hear back from the bank today, and thence from Omsk to Tomsk to Pinsk to Minsk to me the news will run, ahem. And now I'm down to checking my email every ten minutes or so because I found this out not long ago and banking hours are almost over. Or over, depending on how late your bank stays open, I suppose. And even if banking hours are over it might take the listing agent a while to get back to my agent, and that means that my agent might not get back to me until the day is almost over and argh. TENTERHOOKS I AM ON THEM. Whatever they are.

And then I have about forty minutes till I go home and face the wee Scottish heartbreaker in Once Upon A Time. Damn you, Carlyle, for being so good at yanking around my emotions. The sad thing is, using Full Monty as a shield I don't expect that to be much less emotion-yanking. Just, red thong. It makes for a little more laughing than twitching or weeping.

In less weighty matters, I just saw the third or fourth silver holiday egg go by and was unable to grab it. Argh.

No writing today, as somewhat expected since it did turn out to be a usual Monday. It'll be a minor miracle if I manage to pull together enough focus to get any writing done tonight, although I suppose it could happen. Knitting is probably more likely to happen. I can knit and cry and scream and flail at the stupid Sorcerer on the screen much more easily. And then Japanese, and bed, and tomorrow even more things. No guitar tonight, I think. Just get this over with.

Maybe if I'm very very good... or possibly the other way around... I'll post my reactions and analysis as per the Sorcerer model, and you call can go "oh, that's what she's on about." Or you'll just be further convinced that my world view is a little left of center.