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Holy god that was terrible Irish. That's going to require several hours of studying. Ow.

Still have poached egg eyes. I think Murdock's not used to me waking up later and he keeps trying to walk all over me and wake me up when I usually get up. Which is anywhere between half an hour and an hour before when I WANT to get up. Fucking cat. It's still dark out, let me sleep.

My brain is a strange, strange place sometimes. I'm just saying. (And now all of you are saying sometimes?)

I have Queen stuck in my head. There are worse things, I suppose, but I still have Queen stuck in my head. It's like living out of the Bentley. And I have writing I want to get done today and very little brain to do it with already. And I really, really am tired of my eyes feeling all hot and runny. Maybe if I'm very, very lucky I can get caught up on sleep this weekend? I have the sneaking suspicion things are going to be like this for a while. At least the next several weeks. And at least this has an end date, though! A more solid one than the last time.

Oh, hey. Something else to make me feel like crap. Todd Akin says ( Cut for weakly frothing rage, which, the lead in should tell you all you need to know. )

I can't even muster a good rage for that, but god I want to throttle him. And the article I got that quote from, that wasn't even the bad part. Ugh. I think I gotta go write something. Preferably something involving brutal beatings or assassination. Where's my Human Target fanfic.

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At some point I'll write here about how big business is trying to take over my downtown, where I work and some of my family lives, but right now I'm too pissed off and sad and tired about it to do so.

Tracy Chapman songs on repeat probably aren't helping. (Not that Asheville is subcity. Far from it. But goddamn if that isn't the attitude that's killing us.)

I feel like I might actually start watching Once Upon A Time again. After giving up in disgust 3/4 of the way through last season because of shoddy writing (my opinon, I'm not asking anyone to share it, I just hated the writing) But between oldandnewfirm reblogging some tempting Rumplestiltskin things and the possibility of a rousing game of Trope Bingo, possibly with booze if I do something I probably WON'T get alcohol poisoning from, it's tempting. On the other hand, if I do, you'll all get to hear me bitch about how awful it is. It's put me off ever trying Lost, that's for damn sure. And no, I can't cite examples from the text anymore. I could last year! And finally, pigeons can't fucking fly in the rain, goddammit. Though the only reason I know this is because of Blade Runner.

I'm having one of those weird moments where I feel like I should be upping my language study intensity in case of needing to find a translation job in the next five years or so. Except then I read my German questions and I find I can actually construct sentences pretty readily to answer the questions, and maybe I don't need to up the intensity on any but two languages that much. Something. It's a weird thing, and what I probably just need is to talk to people in the proper language. Or just write. But I don't. And now I'm going back and forth on it. It's been a long day, okay?

At any rate, this is clearly not the proper mood to make that kind of decision in. And it's not like I'm not doing language studies at all. Slowly but surely. I mean, give me eight to twelve weeks and I probably damn well could test pretty high in French, Spanish, and even German. Give me a year and I will knock Russian out of the park. Just. Right now I have Yuletide and Nano and personal writing and Shit To Do. So. And in a couple of hours I'll have a garden to weed. So there's that, too.