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( Gaeilge )

Jag, you dumbshit, don't leave the boisterous French music on when you're trying to learn Irish right after you've done your French vocabulary. Especially not when you're this tired and your language switcher is sticky.

Well, that takes the prize for one of the strangest dreams I've had in a while. Something to do with a couple of guys a la Croup and Vandemaar (they looked different but they were definitely that twinned brand of bad guy) taking me and a few other people hostage in some mall that had something to do with both Dragon*Con and New York City (the fuck? Dragon*Con is in Atlanta) and towards the end had me treating the Vandemaar character like a misbehaving puppy, which seemed to be working. Or at least it seemed to confuse him. Weird.

Woke up feeling like I'd lost two out of three rounds with a Siegbarste (that's an Ogre, for the non-Grimm-obsessives in the audience) and after stretching and doing some of my dance exercises, at less power than I could pre-Dragon*Con sadly, I feel less achey but no less tired. Time, I guess. Both time to get back up to strength and early fucking bedtime. Eventually there will come a day when I recognize my limitations as I hit them and stop. Today is not that day. Yesterday wasn't that day, either. "Hey, I've just gotten back from a good six hours of working on my house, I know, I'll hike down to a creek and up the hill again to my aunt's house! That's fun!" It's only a 15 minute hike, but, really, self? On top of a day of climbing up and down ladders, washing everything in sight? Uh-huh.

On a related note, soon will come a day when my ability to do laundry no longer depends on whether or not I have sufficient quarters. I long for that day.

Somehow, despite all this tired, I still have my shit together for work. Knitting, thank you cards, camera in case we go by the house this morning or afternoon on the way to or from work, chip reader to upload Dragon*Con pics at work. At the very least I need to email them to my family, who may attempt to disown me if I don't. Then possibly I need to upload them to tumblr, except I think I also need to strongly reduce the size. Pfui. Maybe I can download Gimp at work, which 'maybe' here means 'I should remember to do that.' And this on top of all the other work shit. Yaaay! Oh god. And another thing, I should come up with something to do with all my goddamn jewelry. She said, as the braintwin tossed a perfectly good idea that works perfectly. Okay then! That was moderately hilarious.

When I left home today the boy was curled up asleep in bed under the blankets, and with two cats right bundled up by him. It's definitely autumn.

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( Deutsch )

I sat down to eat lunch and started to fuck around on the internet, and a little voice inside my head said "Isn't there something you should be doing?" No. Go away. "Isn't there something else you're supposed to be doing?" FINE. And then I dragged out my German book. That little voice sounded suspiciously like Eric Renard. Fucking smarmy bastard. Can I trade him in for his brother?

There, Eric. I did my German. Now shut up.

It's Monday. It's Monday and I'm still tired from housework over the weekend. It's Monday, I'm still tired from housework over the weekend, and I have the usual weekend backlog of shipping to do. This is the whiny paragraph of DO NOT WANT.

Yuletide Nominations are open! and will be open until October 3rd, for those of you who, like me, had too many to pare down and wanted to see if someone else would be kind enough to nominate some of yours. Everyone remembers what happens to me during Yuletide yes? Yes. That will happen again. And since I've discovered ways of being MOREBETTER efficient with things like cooking and such, and by the time crunch time comes I should be all moved in, FEAR MY PINCH-HITTING CAPABILITIES. FEAR THEM. Or just point and laugh at me because I'm a masochist.

Today, god, there will be early bedtime please let me manage it. Or there may be a 20 minute nap after UPS goes. After work there will be going home, collecting the boy, and then going over to the house to pull nails out and do a few other things before coming back home and heating up dinner. Yay batch cooking. Without which I would not survive this, I think. I'm going to be batch cooking on the weekends until at least January. Which means I need more recipes that batch and freeze well. Gimme, folks! (Although, heh, once we get moved in I can dig up a George Foreman from somewhere and do hamburgers some nights.) I will say, all this running around and doing crap... well, come to think of it, will probably hit a pause when the contractors start really fucking around on the house, because there will be only so much we can do with their stuff in the way. And then, once we're living in one place instead of two it should tone down some more. And everything that's making me run the Red Queen's race is stuff I like and want to be doing, rather than oh god do I have to call another bank please no. I can live with this.

Right. Back to the grind, there's a shitpile of orders and they need to get gone. Shipping kitty to the rescue! Here I come to save the day!