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I have no idea what is going on in my head, apart from zombie movies shortly before bed last night (thanks, dear), followed by bare minimum of sleep and vivid and strange dreams, followed by inability to wake up this morning due to the aforementioned, followed by the inevitable lack of exercise and new nap, followed by my brain stuttering between the modern royal court of Grimm and the Middle Earth royal court (such as it is in both cases) of The Hobbit, followed by my Irish book actually stuttering and repeating English translation fragments, followed by...

Not really happy about this, anyway. And now I have a dentist appointment. Not really happy about that, either.

Today's statement of intent involves finishing the Grey Gull post and line edits at work, and then drafting the Haven Herald at home. Thankfully the Grey Gull won't be that intensive and it's half done anyway, and then I have the next few days to draft and finish the Haven Herald. We'll see if I can recover brain cells to do that, although I'm hoping that just getting a decent night's sleep tonight with no goddamn zombie movies will reset everything. Till then, I have no idea what I'm doing other than taking it one step at a time and working on brain-resetting things after the dentist. Because dentist. Those things stress me out even when it's a simple cleaning, which this is.

At least game, which wasn't so much game as everyone came over and then we all sat around and bullshitted for hours and hours, was a success. Along with hamentaschen. I need to remember that recipe for shortbread, it is all the tasty. Om nom nom.

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Today is definitely a day of making good art. And it's not even that there's any one thing in particular, it's just that apparently I never really recovered from this morning. I'm tired, I want to go home and go to bed, I want to go home and eat Cadbury creme eggs, I want to cry and scream and yell about how no one ever gives me free shit, I want all kinds of things I'm not going to get. Shut up and soldier, soldier.

I did, at least, manage in addition to my dentist appointment and my day job work, to get most of a story done for submission for Luna Station. It even looks like it's going to turn out good if I can stick the landing.

I have no idea how I'm going to get all my blogwork done, though that may be the exhaustion talking. The little organizer running around in the backbrain is telling me it'll be fine once I sit down to get out the other two posts I need to get out this week, it's all there, I just need to sit down and write it, which, tonight, after I start dinner. Which is spaghetti, so that's not time consuming. And then that gives me four nights to do PoI at ten minutes a night, and that's not bad, is it? No, not it's not. Shut up and soldier, soldier. And the house is still pretty much clean and mostly unpacked, and there will be gardening this weekend. And stuff and things. I need to sit down and work out budget and bills and things, since apparently I have cavities that need filling oh fun. No, no breaks for me. But it's not that bad.

Meh. No, I have nothing. Except a pallet of boxes to unpack. So, s-- you get the idea.