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Oct. 4th, 2012 08:23 am( Русский язык )
Some bastard left half an onion under my desk again.
I'm having issues this morning, apparently, with reading large blocks of Cyrillic. Actually I'm having issues with reading large walls of text, in general, come to look at it. I'm not sure why this is, I thought I got enough sleep last night, and I don't feel particularly tired, but for some reason my mind has stayed asleep while the rest of me got up and jumped rope and showered and things.
I am, however, getting through my backlog of reading fiction for fun at a surprising rate. Did two of the Johnny Dixon books and now I'm starting on the Thursday Next. After that I think I'll hit up the Yuletide list to see what I should read to be prepared for pinch-hits. Shaddup.
I wonder if part of the reason I feel so exhausted is from living in two places, in a way. We went over to the house last night, hauled the compost bin out, I hauled most of the weeds and grass we'd pulled from the front to the back. In my hands, since we didn't have a shovel or a rake or a wheelbarrow or any other convenient dead plant matter hauling thing. Changed most of the rest of the bulbs we had replacements for, cleaned some walls and some floors. They took out the bustedass radiators and boiler! We cleaned up the mess from that, dirt and a bit of debris and peeled wallpaper behind where the radiators had been. Apparently there had been wallpaper in the KITCHEN at some point. And the wallpaper behind one of the living room radiators was that hideous lavender crap. I got to see how hideous it was in a large swath and why the fuck anyone would want to wallpaper a room that size in that much lavender is beyond me. It'd be like living in a bottle of scented lotion. Purple scented lotion. And I got dust all up in things and the contractors kindly left us a giant sheet of cardboard for our radiators. I have no idea. But we did all that and then we came home and cooked dinner and I did about two hours' work on the tattoos for Grimm and then realized I couldn't actually read half the damn kanji. So I gave up and wrote a post that was half lecture on how the Japanese language works, very rudimentary, and half all-I-figured-out-so-far. And THEN I cut my bangs and brushed my teeth and topped off the cats and went to bed.
So, maybe, no wonder I'm tired. I get up at a little before seven, jump rope and do other exercise, shower, study languages, and go to work. Work a fairly active job, study more languages, maybe write or outline or organize other things, go over to my house, clean for two and a half hours or so. Come home, throw together dinner real quick, sit and write and analyze some more, scoop and tend cats and personal stuff, go to bed around 11.30 if I'm clever. Usually it's closer to midnight than it should be. Down time, what down time? Admittedly these are all fairly different tasks and most of them I find fun, but oogh.
I suppose the good part here is that we're almost out of things we can do while the contractors are working. Because no matter how much we clean, there's still going to be dust and debris from taking out radiators, putting in radiators, taking down the bustedass ceiling, putting in a new ceiling, dealing with the eaves and roof thing. Patching the wall where the plumbing is. Electric. There's going to be all manner of debris from that. Did try the Murphy's oil soap last night, though, that worked a charm. And since we have a fuckton of wood in the house, that's going to come in handy later. We've cleaned, changed bulbs, we still have to finish the outside weeding that so far we haven't done two nights we've meant to, because various things. And then we probably should bugbomb the fuck out of the place. Again. We used insufficient bug bombs last time because the place is all of the huge. When I say I need a suitably manorly name here I'm not kidding. If it weren't for the crappy economy dropping the price down to something I could afford I would be staring wistfully at it wishing I made that much money.
Any time the world would like to slow down and let me catch up, too, would be fine with me. Somehow my language confidences switched from Russian to German and now I'm all omfg I can't speak Russian what was I thinking? and German? PFFT. FINE. Gimme a dictionary and I'll have it done. When the fuck did that happen. And I have a fuckton of writing related things to catch up on and I'm exhausted and can barely think and there's new analysis coming and and and and and. I need a day off. Or something. I keep telling myself, at least in a little while I won't have house stuff to do till moving day, but that keeps not happening. Even if we get done with house type stuff, there's still packing up the apartment. Though, really, maybe not so much that. A lot of it is packed up, we just need to finish getting it over there. So, this weekend. And then I can get a better idea of what I need to pack. One thing at a time, I guess.
Some bastard left half an onion under my desk again.
I'm having issues this morning, apparently, with reading large blocks of Cyrillic. Actually I'm having issues with reading large walls of text, in general, come to look at it. I'm not sure why this is, I thought I got enough sleep last night, and I don't feel particularly tired, but for some reason my mind has stayed asleep while the rest of me got up and jumped rope and showered and things.
I am, however, getting through my backlog of reading fiction for fun at a surprising rate. Did two of the Johnny Dixon books and now I'm starting on the Thursday Next. After that I think I'll hit up the Yuletide list to see what I should read to be prepared for pinch-hits. Shaddup.
I wonder if part of the reason I feel so exhausted is from living in two places, in a way. We went over to the house last night, hauled the compost bin out, I hauled most of the weeds and grass we'd pulled from the front to the back. In my hands, since we didn't have a shovel or a rake or a wheelbarrow or any other convenient dead plant matter hauling thing. Changed most of the rest of the bulbs we had replacements for, cleaned some walls and some floors. They took out the bustedass radiators and boiler! We cleaned up the mess from that, dirt and a bit of debris and peeled wallpaper behind where the radiators had been. Apparently there had been wallpaper in the KITCHEN at some point. And the wallpaper behind one of the living room radiators was that hideous lavender crap. I got to see how hideous it was in a large swath and why the fuck anyone would want to wallpaper a room that size in that much lavender is beyond me. It'd be like living in a bottle of scented lotion. Purple scented lotion. And I got dust all up in things and the contractors kindly left us a giant sheet of cardboard for our radiators. I have no idea. But we did all that and then we came home and cooked dinner and I did about two hours' work on the tattoos for Grimm and then realized I couldn't actually read half the damn kanji. So I gave up and wrote a post that was half lecture on how the Japanese language works, very rudimentary, and half all-I-figured-out-so-far. And THEN I cut my bangs and brushed my teeth and topped off the cats and went to bed.
So, maybe, no wonder I'm tired. I get up at a little before seven, jump rope and do other exercise, shower, study languages, and go to work. Work a fairly active job, study more languages, maybe write or outline or organize other things, go over to my house, clean for two and a half hours or so. Come home, throw together dinner real quick, sit and write and analyze some more, scoop and tend cats and personal stuff, go to bed around 11.30 if I'm clever. Usually it's closer to midnight than it should be. Down time, what down time? Admittedly these are all fairly different tasks and most of them I find fun, but oogh.
I suppose the good part here is that we're almost out of things we can do while the contractors are working. Because no matter how much we clean, there's still going to be dust and debris from taking out radiators, putting in radiators, taking down the bustedass ceiling, putting in a new ceiling, dealing with the eaves and roof thing. Patching the wall where the plumbing is. Electric. There's going to be all manner of debris from that. Did try the Murphy's oil soap last night, though, that worked a charm. And since we have a fuckton of wood in the house, that's going to come in handy later. We've cleaned, changed bulbs, we still have to finish the outside weeding that so far we haven't done two nights we've meant to, because various things. And then we probably should bugbomb the fuck out of the place. Again. We used insufficient bug bombs last time because the place is all of the huge. When I say I need a suitably manorly name here I'm not kidding. If it weren't for the crappy economy dropping the price down to something I could afford I would be staring wistfully at it wishing I made that much money.
Any time the world would like to slow down and let me catch up, too, would be fine with me. Somehow my language confidences switched from Russian to German and now I'm all omfg I can't speak Russian what was I thinking? and German? PFFT. FINE. Gimme a dictionary and I'll have it done. When the fuck did that happen. And I have a fuckton of writing related things to catch up on and I'm exhausted and can barely think and there's new analysis coming and and and and and. I need a day off. Or something. I keep telling myself, at least in a little while I won't have house stuff to do till moving day, but that keeps not happening. Even if we get done with house type stuff, there's still packing up the apartment. Though, really, maybe not so much that. A lot of it is packed up, we just need to finish getting it over there. So, this weekend. And then I can get a better idea of what I need to pack. One thing at a time, I guess.