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Jun. 29th, 2012 08:32 am( Gaeilge )
Well, between the dentist appointment and general exhaustion languages was a big bust yesterday, after Russian. One habit at a time, maybe? I guess the good news is, the dentist came in, poked around my mouth, said "Yep, no change, no cavities, you're good!" and left. I love it when a physical turns up 'you're annoyingly healthy, get out.'
On the other hand, I can't even begin to tell you how exhausting this house buying thing is. Still. No, I'm not kidding. We're going to talk with Renovations Lady tonight, who's going to go over everything, and there's new paperwork to file, and it's all going to take at least another four weeks and groan. I've hit the point where scanning something in and sending it off feels like too much effort. I do it anyway, but I am freaking exhausted. I guess I'll find out what the next steps are when we have that talk tonight, she's already outlined some of them, which is more than I can say for about any of the useless she's been before this. And there's other things I have to do that I hate the thought of doing. But. Nngh.
Thanks to Sasha Roiz I now have London Calling stuck in my freaking head. I'm not sure how much better or worse this is than what was there before, which was REM's Drive.
Things and stuff. I'm at least getting some things done with my writing schedule, which is good. Projects being worked on. Other stuff. I'm keeping up with my exercise! Which is a minor miracle, and I'm working out a schedule for working on costumes. Which basically starts with a cleaning out the working/crafting areas this weekend so I can do the big jobs like cutting and sewing. Yaaay. But I get fourth of July off this coming week, so that really is a yay. I plan to stay home and do fuck all.
Well, between the dentist appointment and general exhaustion languages was a big bust yesterday, after Russian. One habit at a time, maybe? I guess the good news is, the dentist came in, poked around my mouth, said "Yep, no change, no cavities, you're good!" and left. I love it when a physical turns up 'you're annoyingly healthy, get out.'
On the other hand, I can't even begin to tell you how exhausting this house buying thing is. Still. No, I'm not kidding. We're going to talk with Renovations Lady tonight, who's going to go over everything, and there's new paperwork to file, and it's all going to take at least another four weeks and groan. I've hit the point where scanning something in and sending it off feels like too much effort. I do it anyway, but I am freaking exhausted. I guess I'll find out what the next steps are when we have that talk tonight, she's already outlined some of them, which is more than I can say for about any of the useless she's been before this. And there's other things I have to do that I hate the thought of doing. But. Nngh.
Thanks to Sasha Roiz I now have London Calling stuck in my freaking head. I'm not sure how much better or worse this is than what was there before, which was REM's Drive.
Things and stuff. I'm at least getting some things done with my writing schedule, which is good. Projects being worked on. Other stuff. I'm keeping up with my exercise! Which is a minor miracle, and I'm working out a schedule for working on costumes. Which basically starts with a cleaning out the working/crafting areas this weekend so I can do the big jobs like cutting and sewing. Yaaay. But I get fourth of July off this coming week, so that really is a yay. I plan to stay home and do fuck all.