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Okay. This isn't doing so bad for having slept in an hour past my supposed alarm clock time. I have no idea if I set the wrong alarm or what, but, oops. Exercise was very much grab a couple exercises and do them and then get back about daily routines, but I don't feel much more tired as a result. So there's that.

Did get furniture delivered, errands run, blogwork done on Saturday! Repairs done, and then fucked off and did nothing but watch Richard Armitage and nap and stuff on Sunday and I only feel a little bit guilty for that. The house is still a disaster area, but bit by bit things will get clean. Picked up and put away and unpacked and put away and scrubbed down where there is still dust everywhere. It's mostly the dust, too. There's some cardboard and styrofoam trash lying around, that might be one of the first things to do, clear that off. And then, bit by bit. I swear I can remember to take this bit by bit and not go hurling myself at things.

Started watching Jekyll again yesterday, too. Well, okay. Started with Vicar of Dibley, which I now have to go back and watch from the beginning because I'd forgotten how much I enjoy that sort of thing, and Richard Armitage is a) fucking TALL and b) patently unfair. All that smiling. And glowing. Goddammit, Richard. When he's goofy and glowing and happy like that he's Richard. When he's smouldering all over my screen with brooding intensity he's Centralia. Apparently according to James Nesbitt he's "Dickie" which is just fucking hilarious. And James Nesbitt is still and will forever be Jekyll to me, apparently, even in interviews where he's teasing everyone ever. Creepy, scary man. Who apparently also got run in for public urination, was fired from being a school prefect, and can speak French. Basically he's sort of an amalgam/bastard child of one of my brainchildren and one of lireavue's. Which is incredibly disturbing in morbidly hilarious ways. We then concluded that Nesbitt, someone else I can't remember right now Mark Sheppard, and Fassbender should get together and have a serial killer smile convention.

Right. Tonight we are goddamn putting the bed together I don't care what anyone says otherwise. Putting the bed together, putting the dresser in a place that makes fucking sense instead of in the middle of the floor, and putting my mirror on my vanity and putting that in place. Which may mean no Japanese tonight, but oh well. Extenuating circumstances. After which I will continue doing all the laundry as I do all the blogwork, folding stuff and putting it away and so on. Oi, I really need a longer weekend than I had, but at least I had a day or so of blissful irresponsibility. And hot men. If scary men. Can't forget the hot. Or the scary.

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And then I ended up writing The Company Goes To A Brothel. I do not know why. Or how. It just happened. It may or may not turn out to be porny, either. Which isn't exactly what you'd expect of a fic whose sole purpose is to put characters in a brothel, but hey.

This is another one of those times when I'm sure I had something more to say, but I can't remember what the hell it was. Blah blah heading home for putting together bed and vanity and doing blogwork, switching between the last Once episode and the Grimm essay on Wesen biology. I guess that was one of the other things, we had a commenter on our blog today who basically left a long rambling comment that definitely wasn't in fluent English and I'm not sure was meant to be coherent in any language of origin, to say that we were wrong and our blog wasn't very good and how could Audrey be with Duke when she was clearly meant to be with Nathan and the Writers Said So. Leaving aside the language issue (I tried translating it into Spanish to see if it made more sense there), I thought it was clear that we've been trying not to espouse any particular ship in Haven as A Thing That Is Happening. And equally clear about the fact that, yes, we have biases, let us show you them and establish that these are our biases, not Things That Are Happening. Between that and someone else a few days ago commenting "man, I expected better from you guys, you missed this that and the other thing" it left both of us going "jeez why do we bother this isn't fun" and wanting to pull blankets over our heads and hide.

Then we read some more positive feedback on the blog, remembered that we do this because it's fun and we're not terribly militant about EVERYONE READ THIS AND AGREE WITH US FOR WE ARE WISE (or I don't think we are)? And now we feel better.