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( Gaeilge )

One of these days I'm going to figure out this whole being a homeowner thing. But today is not that day. This week probably isn't even that week. I don't even want to tell you the sticker shock of winter heating. Going to have to pay a lot more attention to that, now. On the plus side, the January lean time is over, so there's that. Right now I still want to curl up and cry over a couple of things. Or stay home and cry. Or something. On the plus side, no massive bill for airconditioning in the summer. At all. Partly because we don't have it and partly because if the last summer was any indication, we shouldn't actually need it.

Anyway.

The good part of the night was making a new friend on Twitter. And by making a new friend I mean dear god that was an epic fit of geekery we had the other night. Voltron and Gundam and Code Geass and booze of varying flavors and Na'vi mockery and Eddie Izzard and who knows what else. It was freaking awesome. And Shadowrun, Shadowrun started it all. New Friend turned out to be a Shadowrunner and I ran and told lireavue and then we all dogpiled on him and it got incredibly silly. I needed that. So much. It was awesome.

And I think the key to enjoying a good glass of the Tullamore before bed is at least a glass and a half of water, a couple aspirin, and uninterrupted fucking sleep. Okay, it was interrupted once, but not much, I rolled over and went back to bed. No headache, no nothing. I don't usually get hangover headaches (then again I don't often drink much anyway), so I'm not sure what that was, but I think at this point I might just have to blame not getting a solid fucking night's sleep in the last two weeks. Some of the time when I wake up it's just for a couple minutes, long enough to roll over and go ugh and pass out again. Sometimes, not so much.

... I think that must be a mockingbird or something because I could have sworn that was a machine or someone's damn cell phone. And speaking of birds, I went out and fed the birds and five freaking blue jays. Five.

Ugh. I don't want the high today to be 31. That's not exactly helping the whole augh cost of heating what the fuck thing. Though, okay, if the five day forecast turns out to be true, we should have nice temperatures in a day or two for a few days, so that'll be good. Still. I'm ready for it to start thawing out a little now. I want to be able to go out and root around in my garden on weekends. Clean off the back deck. Clear out the raised bed in front of the back deck. Homeowner stuff. Ah well. Winter, you know, what can you do. Oh, but I did discover that at least one of my jade sprigs has made some small new leaves. Or at least, I'm pretty sure those weren't there a couple months ago. So yay! I haven't killed them yet! And my broccoli is thriving even if two of the plans are doing something weird involving very widely spaced little... things. The florets have a lot of, for lack of a clearer term, white space. Not sure if that's just a natural variation or what.

Okay, today's tasks: Finish up and post part 2 of the Wesen biology thing, and then line edits on Brownie Mafia and/or coding more website crap. There may or may not be dinner tonight, now, and I wish people would make up their goddamn minds. But if there isn't dinner maybe there will be Hobbiting again. And that would be kind of awesome.

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( Ich woll nicht Deutsch studieren. )

I'm fairly sure that wasn't quite as cohernt as it might otherwise have been. Any second now I'm going to start using all the wrong prepositions and then no one will be able to understand me in anyl anguage.

Traci Dinwiddie, fellow North Carolinian as I understand it (who played Pamela Barnes on Supernatural) has an idea that just might help me get through February. Which is traditionally a bitch of a month to get through for me and mine. "How about listing something we appreciate about ourselves each day?" Traci, that sounds like a damn good idea. You can join in using the hashtag #DigMe on twitter. So, today's that I singled out because despite my inability to string together proper fucking sentences, I do appreciate and enjoy my facility with languages. I appreciate that I can study German and have it be fun and not a chore. And that I can pretty much do it on my own, too, with a capable textbook. At least German. I'm not fucking touching Mandarin with a ten foot pole until I have a teacher.

I don't think I mentioned it before, but parts one and two of my speculations on Wesen biology are now up, for those of you who watch Grimm and are into that sort of thing. And if I knew where the hell my X-Files diary had gone to, I'd type that up, too. That was one of the most awesome science projects I've ever done. Actually my whole high school was awesome, I did X-Files in biology and Star Trek in physics. I didn't do anything in Chemistry because the teacher was incompetent. Seriously, everyone's grades dropped a full point in that class. He didn't come back the next year. Anyway, yes! Blogging happened. Anna also updated all our fouth-wall-shattering profiles. Well, almost all. I'm looking forward to knocking down the fourth wall for Person of Interest, too.

Tired. I have no idea what I'm doing tonight, and this irritates me more than it used to because I know there are approximately half a dozen things I would like to plan out doing, and I can't, because I have no idea what I'm doing. And the truly sad thing is, none of these are strictly speaking time sensitive. No, two of them are, one being to cut up and cook the chicken that's currently in the fridge with an expiration date of yesterday, but even if I go out tonight I'll have time to do that. The other one being finish recapalyzing Person of Interest 1x01, which at the very least can get done tomorrow, since it's already started. So, really? Nothing to worry about. And here I am feeling grumbly over it. Definitely symptomatic of my need for a good fucking night's sleep.

Also I don't understand how it can be 3-4 degrees warmer than my house, according to the thermostat, at work, and then I feel like it's fucking freezing, whereas at home I'm wandering around in a shirt and sweats and barefoot and feel fine.

Anyway. I suppose most of my mood can be put down to my inability to fucking sleep through the night. And it's time to go home soon, where I can either curl up with a blanket, a boyfriend, a good meal, and my netbook and get some stuff done, possibly with a good TV show, or I can curl up with a blanket and my netbook and do a bit of stuff until later when there will either be Hobbiting or murdering beef with my teeth. Either would be acceptable. One step at a time, Jag. One step at a time. You've got plans in place, you're not a failure nor doomed just because you haven't reached the end of this stretch of woods yet, and it really does get better. I promise. Faith manages, right? Of course right.