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( Gaeilge )

Fuck yeah washer and dryer 90% installed! Which is actually sort of like those clicky pet sites where you have something at both 10% and 55% grown in that it's grown 100% out of egg status but only 10% out of hatchling status. In this case my laundry room has grown 100% of a washer and 90% of a dryer. Ish. We need to hook up the big tin exhaust pipe thing. We can use the dryer, it just makes the whole place very steamy. But I did fucking laundry last night. BOOYAH. Sorted out some of the clothes, which didn't last as long as I wanted because in the middle of sorting clothes the washer decided it wanted to go for a walk. Well, a waddle. I moved it back into a place where it seemed sturdy and braced, gave it a dirty look, turned it back on again, and it fucking tried to escape again. So I got the boy up and we got it moved back and braced better and now it knows to behave itself. Also the fucking thing is from Mars. Or Stark Industries. There's actually a light-up dial in the center that looks like Iron Man's chestplate light. The boy informed me that if this thing starts JARVISing me it's my fault.

So. That happened, and I got a couple batches of taco meat and spaghetti sauce done. Bigger batches than I meant to on account of apparently we had four pounds of meat instead of two, but, hey, fuckit. Spaghetti sauce lasts for a while and it's easy and makes for good batch cooking. And then I got some writing done and, okay, maybe it wasn't the stuff I did want to get done, but it worked out all right. And today I come home and won't have to worry about not waking up the boy, so I can get a bunch more stuff done. Starting with affixing the exhaust pipe to the dryer, self, don't forget that.

Still somewhat offended that Memrise has Na'vi on there but not Khuzdul or Sindarin and what appears to be only a piddling attempt at Quenya. Come on, Tolkienites! Let's get with it! I am also sorely tempted to rectify this, and have to keep reminding myself that goddamn woman, don't you have enough to do without adding more tasks? Yes, yes you do. So shut up. (And that said, you know, if any other Tolkienite and linguist out there wants to start tossing a tutorial into Memrise I would not be averse. Ahem.)

It's Thursday. I'm not sure I've quite got the hang of Thursday. I don't know, though, I'm up, I'm dressed and showered, I've done a small load of clothes and a load of dishes in the dishwasher and my lunch rice is finishing up and I've done my languages and my exercises and I fed and scooped the cats and watered the plants and moved the lettuce in before it all dies and fucked around watching more Hobbit stuff a bit. I think I qualify for a competent adult badge for the day, right? Of course right.

Now I just need to remember that I'm saving my money for Knoxville and I don't need to buy another bottle of Burt's Bees lotion just because I decided I like that one best of the fifty frillion lotions I seem to have accumulated. Though I might walk up to the spice shop and get some cumin since, out. ... and if I want to make beans this weekend I will need cumin, so that's that settled. Okay, self. You can do this. Let's get to it. (This is so much better than last night when the wolves had turned into wargs and were gnawing at my ankles.)

Aren't you glad you started reading me so you can see all this mundane crap? Or is that a warg talking again. I never can quite tell.