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It probably says something about me that I consider fucking off all day yesterday and doing absolutely nothing but cuddling on the couch with the boy and watching Big Bang Theory an achievement. The relaxing wasn't actually going so well until I did, though; I kept having this idea that I should be coding my website or writing something. I don't know when I became that person incapable of setting shit down and having to allocate time to relaxing, but I'm not sure I like it. Still, as with everything, once the momentum on fucking off got going it was pretty good for the rest of the day. >.>

And I don't even feel that guilty for it today! I feel a bit bummed that I didn't get to read the book I meant to read, but, eh, tonight. It's not like it's going anywhere or like I have a deadline.

For the record and my edification, today's workday tasks are writing the Nathan-Duke essay, line edits, and Person of Interest in the evening. Along with cooking all the chicken that I didn't get to yesterday because lazy, but that shouldn't take too long. Picking things up in the kitchen today, probably, since tonight is for cooking all the things, and then picking up one or two things per evening till it's done. The garage is getting even more cleaned out! I am impressed with us. Also I am impressed with my ability to power through way too much cleaning and unpacking this weekend in preparation for guests. Ugh. Still, the house looked suitably presentable in time, it's all good. Hopefully next time we have a game over all we'll have to do is clean shit, instead of clean and unpack shit.

I have no idea what happened with the door blowing open yesterday, but it was a bit creepy. We've got a 40 pound tub of drywall paste or whatever that is in front of it now, but yeesh. Of all things, the gusts of wind decided not to waggle the top of the pine in the backyard like a great waggly thing, it decided to knock things over in the front of the house instead. And blow the door open. I'm not sure if it wasn't as closed as it should have been last night or what, but now I kind of want to install a deadbolt. Or something else more solid. Eek.

Our friends loved the house. And drooled. Copiously. And did the obligatory head-tilt at the slanty window, because it's always hilarious when people first set foot into the upstairs bathroom. I love that slanty window. It functions perfectly normally as a window, and it looks a bit off-kilter. More than a bit. What's not to love?

Right. Might as well get moving while I still have the energy, get doing stuff. I have the sneaking suspicion that if I stop long enough to consider all the shit I want to get done this week I'm going to freak out and decide it's all impossible, so. Let's get moving.

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Oh god, suddenly instead of Aidan Turner everyone is turning into Richard Armitage. I mean, I'm not objecting too much. But eek.

So. I've got some idea, at least, of how long it'll take me to get line edits done on this. Which is to say, quite possibly less time than I thought. Eek. Which means, of course, that all the brainweasels come in because no, she might actually get something accomplished? We can't have that! Which means I start whacking. But on the other hand, these are old and familiar brainweasels and so fuck them. They can go do their own weasely thing in someone else's brainpan, I have shit to get done.

And it is amazing, though, how much I enjoy doing the recaplyses more than the essays. I mean, not that the essays aren't fun and interesting, it's always fun and interesting to ramble on at length about things you think based on stuff you've seen, etc. And just to point your finger at something frantically and go LOOK. DID YOU SEE THAT? ARE YOU SEEING THIS? LOOK AT THE PATTERN! But recaplyses... I don't know, there's something familiar and comforting about them. Plus getting to watch hot guys all over my screen for hours on end never gets old.