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Oh fuck you caterpillar brain. I am so totally capable of remembering the grammar to seven languages, fuck. you.

I was a little disappointed to find out that the Words and Deeds Love Meme didn't have to do with showing your love for people by performing deeds. You know, now that I've finally looked into it. But love memes were never my thing anyways, they always seem to flitter around the edges of Network and never quite fall into my circle of friends, so, eh.

Slowly, very very slowly getting into the whole thing of cleaning shit. And I can't believe it's only Wednesday. And there's some tentative plan to have game here in two weeks and argh. I mean, there's a house, and it's there, it just needs all the things put away in places found for it, but argh. Don' wanna. I guess that means I have three primary tasks for this weekend, and eek. Just. Eek. One of those things is "Clean ALL THE THINGS" and I can't even express how much I don't want to. Fortunately I've also become a quiet mistress of do little bits of cleaning at a time, so there's that.

Website work is going well? And line edits. Or at least they were going well until my brain collapsed into a flan yesterday. But the Leviathan's almost coded, and I've got ideas for several more worksheets, essays to bash into place, and an author bio page coded. So that's actually going along quicker than I expected. I started Teoria too, oh god, someone remind me to check in today before I forget. Wait, that's what the calendar's for. Someone still remind me. And there's the caterpillar brain again, reminding me that I'm juggling fifty things all of them complicated and I'd better not let them drop. German, Japanese, Irish, Russian I need to figure out what I'm doing or rather how I'm doing it, dance exercises, music study, keeping a household, writing, coding, editing my writing, day job... Fucking hell.

Now is not the time to dwell, self. Now is the time to get your butt in gear because work soon. It's not like you don't have mechanisms in place to keep this going, just remember to take your breaks every now and again. Deep breaths. Keep going. You're doing fine, and don't look down.

ETA: What the fuck is going on and why are there people in Forensics jackets outside the front of the store next door.

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I'd say that's about 2/3 of the way done. The spirit is willing but the brain is spoo.

I do need to rustle up enough brainpower to do blogwork tonight, though. And, now that I'm coding the final stages of the damn Leviathan, patch a duplication in at least one of the exercises. I've got a bunch more Wesen speculation to write at the very least. And and and. And cleaning, and cooking, and every other goddamn thing. I need to take some time for myself at some point towards the end of the weekend. Hobbiting or reading something. I still need to finish Fort Freak, and by finish I mean start, since I haven't actually started in on the new (third?) wave of Wild Cards books. I actually also ought to write more Wild Cards fanfic, but right now my list of fanfic I ought to either write or finish is so freaking long it's scary. Maybe that's what I'll do someday this week, take a bit of time and just sit down and fucking finish something. And just keep doing that periodically. Augh. Thank god I learned my lesson about posting WIPs with that last one. Oooops.

Hurm. I seem to somehow be managing to stick to schedule. Which is probably a good thing because tonight looks busy. And I know tomorrow night is busy but I can't for the life of me remember what the fuck I intended to do. If anyone sees where my brain went, would they let me go?

Rainy, windy, supposedly we're going to get gusts up to 70 mph tonight. Gusts. Up to 70mph. I'm not sure I believe that, at that force sustained that's a hurricane. A small one, but still. But we're definitely going to get wind and gusts. And wet. I don't like wind, gusts, and wet. At least not right now when there's still crap outside that needs to be dealt with. I am a bad composter, we haven't been turning that barrel at all. Though I'm not sure that's entirely necessary per se. I ought to set up a reminder or something for weekends. Haul butt out and turn the damn composter.

There is way too much to remember in the day to day. Or it feels that way... it's been feeling that way a LOT more lately. Possibly I need more than just the one sitting and knitting night.