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And suddenly relative clauses are everywhere, the hell is up with that.

OH DEAR GOD IT'S OVER THANK THE MOTHER. Ugh. I feel more rested (after less sleep, too), more alert, more hopeful about things in general and much less headachy. At which point I kind of have to wonder if the depressing was a result of feeling exhausted and headachy rather than hormones screwing with my emotions but, eh, either way. Plus the weather's showing temperatures in the fifties for the next five days. Low fifties, so, February appropriate, but still! YAY.

And last night's girl's night in was a resounding success. I'm not sure we'll always have such good luck with TV shows but damn that was exactly what was needed. Along with the foot soak, booze, and truffles. And relaxing. And hot men on my screen. And it was all exactly what was needed. Yum. Definitely something we should do more often, although I have no idea when the next one will be.

Of course this does absolutely nothing for my omg people are coming over and our house is still a mess anxiety, but I'm not really sure anything will. At least the boy did share some plans for what he's going to clean up, so I can strike those things off my list. Still. Tonight is going to be an exercise in ... maybe not, how fast can I get this blog post done, so much as, how efficiently can I stick to a schedule. Alternating after guitar practice, hour of blog, hour of cleaning. Or something. There's also always the possibility that it's not actually as complicated as I think. Though we still do need all the trash cans ever. I thought we had enough. Turns out not so much!

Right. I have a shitpile of things to do today, so let's get doing. Statement of intent so I can look back on this and remember later: first non-day-job priority today is finish up Cape Rouge as much as I can from my notes. Now that my head's not throbbing this should be relatively easy! Second non-day-job priority, finish coding Leviathan stuff and/or translating to Russian. Break for German at noon, break for line edits at five. Home, guitar, then alternating blog things and cleaning till bedtime. If I finish the Cape Rouge today, fine, if not, tomorrow morning.

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Well, that was half an hour out of my day due to incredibly moronic mistakes. Namely, mine. Oops. Now my password hint to myself is hopefully moreclearer, though, and I won't embarrass myself in front of tech support again.

Dammit, Jag.

Right. Somehow, I have no idea how but I suspect it has to do with no headache today, I have actually managed to get through all of my notes on the Cape Rouge for the upcoming post. Which means that tonight might actually go quicker than I thought, reviewing the last handful of scenes in that episode, going through further episodes (only one of which should have any substantive information because I am sadly lacking in knowledge about boats) and then pulling caps and that might even get posted today! We'll see, but the wargs of Imposter Syndrome, Muddled Thinking, and PMS seem to have stopped nipping at my heels, so it might get out on time after all. If that works out, and if by some miracle I manage to get a good chunk of cleaning done today, I'll sit down and pull times for the next WYAH essay for the weekend. Friday's day job work can be coding the website and working on the Nathan-Duke essay.

Hey, speaking of surprising things, what the hell is this shit where I'm actually getting traffic on my website? This is not helping the whole shit I need to get my website up and working thing. Well, it kind of is, because then I don't have the excuse of "people aren't going to see it" not to do it. On the other hand, eek. It's been kind of half-assedly there for a while. Still, the actual tasks to do aren't complicated or even necessarily that time consuming. Well, maybe a bit time consuming. But they're not complicated or numerous, so that shouldn't take too too long in the grand scheme of things.

I've come up with two different approaches (and realized that it's a marathon, Jag, not a sprint) to getting interpreter-fluent in Russian: the first, which I think I've mentioned before, involves translating the Leviathan into Russian along with various other parts of my website. The second involves translating useful/everyday emergency services dialogue into, well, every language I can think of that I can manage, starting with the dialogues I often had at the clinic where I did Spanish interpretation. This brought to you mostly by my contemplating interpretation and going over those memories. Debating whether or not to post them here, but while posting them here would keep me honest about doing it, you might not want to see random bits of dialogue in Spanish, French, Russian, or German. You might! Speak now if you care.

...I seem to have guitar picks in my pocket. I didn't mean to put them there, they just sort of happened.

So, yeah, all in all, doing much better today without the headache. There are a lot of things where I need to remind myself that it's a marathon not a sprint, not the least of which are putting together the anthology and getting interpreter-fluent in Russian (Spanish [again], French, German). Website building and House unpacking are a bit of a sprint, for a given value of sprint that most likely will take a month or two. Another month or two. But the rest of it is a will-take-multiple-months-to-years marathon. And the blog is just a thing that happens regularly, because apparently if I can't chew on TV shows I will chew on actors, serial killers, friends and neighbors, or whatever else is lying around. I am not kidding. I have gotten into a discussion of whether or not the Son of Sam was most likely the Son of Sam and only him or whether there was additional bastardry involved.

So, that's happening. Now I also just need to figure out what I'm doing for Valentine's Day if anything and I'll be golden. I'm usually incredibly lackadaisical about Valentine's Day, never having made much of it in the past. But I'd like to know if something's going to happen so I can plan not to get any of the aforementioned projects done that night. ... Oh god, I've become that uberorganized scheduled person. When the hell did that happen?