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Well that's going to need some more work.

I have no idea what's wrong with me this morning but I suspect it has to do with a lack of sleep. Somehow over the weekend, probably due to excessive naps on the couch of soporific, my sleep schedule got really royally fucked. Well, excessive naps and being woken up at Stupid O'Clock by the boy's inability to sleep. But at least he brought me donuts.

The upshot of it all is that I still don't feel rested, have massive amounts of Do Not Want, barely got exercises done this morning, and ugh. Just, ugh.

I did, at least, get to watch the first episode of The Following and a couple episodes of Ripper Street. I quite enjoy Ripper Street! And Jerome Flynn is now on my list of Brits I would like to cuddle. Which is kind of hilarious considering I was first introduced to him as Bronn in Game of Thrones (think: hard-bitten mercenary with few scruples, but disturbingly charming) and now he's all rough-around-the-edges gentlemanly and almost cuddly. Certainly more sensitive than Bronn. Anyway, that happened, and The Following was decent, pretty boilerplate with a lot of the horror devices and if I have to hear one more of the top three Poe poems/stories again I will scream. Particularly the Raven. But the fun part is the serial killer in question is basically living out a fantasy of being in a work of fiction, so I can fantasize about slapping him with a sack full of writing books and going you are the most cliche'd villain in the history of ever! Just to piss him off. I enjoyed The Following! I would love to Murderboard it if life would back the fuck off and give us space. But oh my god, sack full of books.

Other than that, um. Didn't get at least one chunk of stuff I wanted to do on the weekend done owing to no groceries appearing and it's too fucking cold to walk down and get the essentials myself. But at least I got some rest. Now if I can just stop feeling guilty for needing rest, that'd be fantastic, thanks. Also Person of Interest has finally swallowed me whole and now I want all the Reese/Carter or Reese/Morgan-having-inadvisable-sex fic ever. ALL OF IT. GIVE TO ZIM.

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This is an odd struggle going on in my head, between the structured, planning, CS-working part of me and some small eighteen-twenty year old running around flipping tables and panicking because I haven't gotten anything done and I'm lazy and my life is RUINED I TELL YOU, RUINED. And then CS-working me is going "pipe down, I'm trying to work here." I have no idea what the hell is going on. Apart from, while some people seem to have hamster wheels int heir heads, I seem to have a college freshman. She needs to sit the hell down and shut the hell up, I'm too busy for this.

If I'm very clever, a self-contained blog post will go up today in which I vomit forth speculation on how Wesen biology works. If I'm not, well, it'll be a bit less tidy. I do need to remember to schedule myself more smaller breaks, not unlike more smaller meals, self, and so I don't both burn out quicker and have longer burnout periods wherein I feel like a lazy sot, especially if I'm having a college freshman running around my brainpan. I've got plans in place for almost everything except reviewing Russian, which has sort of more of a gesture than a maneuver right now. And once I have the website tasks reviewed I can move on from there.

... no, self, you are not going back and rewriting that novella, shut the hell up. You have far too much in the way of current writing projects anyway.

Apparently I have replaced the college freshman with ... well, me as a college freshman. You no longer have the time to write 10k words per day (although apparently still the plasticity) so shut the hell up.

Still want to go see the Hobbit again. Still not managing it. Woe.