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( Gaeilge )

Excuse me I have to go do a victory dance because I have fucking green things growing in my pots. The tomatoes and the oregano have sprouted little green things all over the place and I am growing shit! You guys! I have broccoli thriving, I have parsley that I have no idea what the fuck I'm going to do with it (beef stew this weekend?), I have basil, I have rosemary, I have lettuce that I'm just letting die because there's really not enough of it to harvest and fuckit I can use the pots for something else, and I have fucking tomato and oregano seedlings. Which is good because I use a lot of both. Holy shit I can grow things. And my jade plant has little green new leafbits and and and! I didn't kill it after all! Or at least, I didn't kill one of them. Probably because I didn't let the cats at them because dear god they've been chewing on the lettuce. I don't know why.

And yesterday we got (well, the boy got, mostly) the toilet finally fucking installed with a flange and everything that fits, so no more leaking. So we have both bathrooms functional! Even if one is still very dirty with construction dust because we just shut the door till we got the damn toilet done. And we put the mattress pad thing... cover, I think. Back on the bed, and then made the bed with actual sheets like a motherfucking adult! And holy shit we are really getting this house to looking like something like a real house! I think tonight I'm going to work on the office, though. Because this is just getting ridonkulous.

Also when the recipe for the lemon bars says ungreased pan? It lies. I think, except for biscuits, I'm just going to assume everything lies when they say ungreased pan. Because goddamn.

Ugh. I did sleep last night, at least, so I feel like I'm actually somewhat compos today. Which is good because I have a whole huge backlog of things I didn't get done yesterday because I was staggering around like a zombie. Piles of writing, which I think will get done because at least incoming is very little, and then when I get home piles of analysis and blogging and editing in some combination or another. Also I have no idea what it is about the home profiles that's freaking me out but I wish it would go away. Oh jesus fuck we have what incoming? Sigh. Never mind. I'll fit it all in somehow. At least I got sleep last night. Where's my goddamn shitkickers.

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( Deutsch )

Holy shit, I can string together sentences in German. I think. I'm still really shaky on clauses and whether or not they require infinite commas or not. But on the plus side, this is helping me figure out what I need to review. And restoring my confidence in my ability to speak any damn thing. And my ability to translate my author bio into German! Spanish and French, sure, German, not so much.

And yet, I just strung some fucking sentences together. Fuck. Yeah. I might have to go find some German fanfic. Or some German literature so I can write some German fanfic. Well, drabbles. Something. Fuck yeah four fluent languages.

... hey, I just had a brainstorm on Russian.

Ahem. I also have a headache, so that might be the brainstorm. Or that might just be politicians in Arkansas being jackasses again. Or still. Don't ask, you'll just get the same danger of ragestroking that I have. Instead, let's focus on positive things, like this awesome factory building converted to reduced-rent teacher housing specifically intended to make teacher's lives better. I am all for helping out our teachers. They are a much underappreciated bunch.

Feeling much more like a competent adult today, which might have something to do with the sleep I got. Still a bit tired, which might have something to do with the headache, which definitely has something to do with PMS, but at least ... well, if all I get is a headache and some bloaty soreness after having an extremely irregular cycle due to starting hormonal crap again, I will take it. And hope that that does go through to having almost no PMS symptoms at all. Because that would be so nice. I mean, I know I pretty much won the lottery as far as PMS symptoms go, but it would still be nice to reduce "very little" to "none."

Right. Sadly, I have too much shit to do to sit here yammering. So let's get to it. Not quite shut up and soldier, soldier, but maybe more like... I don't know, what's a good get up and go to work song? One of those.