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I seem to have inadvertently discovered the best coping mechanism for slow starts. Do the Irish and breakfast before the exercise, and then I really DO get everything done. Yet another one of those revelations that leaves me wondering how stupid I am not to have discovered this sooner. Better late than never, though.

Altan concert today! We're going to meet after work and go have dinner, and then scuttle into the concert venue because it's going to be fucking cold out. I mean, I know snow in March is a thing that happens, but goddammit why does it happen today when we're going to be out wandering around tonight. Brrr. But still FREAKING ALTAN CONCERT. After Leahy I have high hopes and great glee. Not that I didn't before. Even more now.

The week continues not to suck, which, given how it started out, surprises me. I'm still not trying to fling too much energy out into the aether in case I need it; not so much trying not to ignore or reject happy things because that would be dumb, but trying not to expend too much energy in places, if that makes sense. Just in case. But I hope things really are getting better. Slowly. Over time. Something. No, I lost it, and I'm back to being tired again, which probably means it's time to get my ass off this couch and do my exercises.

Today's statement of intent: More line edits on short stories, more Russian, more German. I forgot to edit yesterday's post but German was done to the tune of finishing one section of the character questionnaire and starting a second. That, too, is slowly getting easier. I guess at this rate even if I get into some habitual mistakes I should be able to correct those relatively easily, and still have the bigger vocab and hopefully proper grammar. Maybe? Maybe.

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( Русские глаголи и возвратное местоимение )

Okay, more of that is going to get edited in over the course of the day, but now I need to get back to work. Bleh.

I watched Night Watch last night, which was all kinds of interesting. Firstly, in attempting to set the DVD to subtitles-English, voice-Russian (which in hindsight I don't think I needed to do oops) I managed to turn on the text commentary of... someone? Turns out it was the author of the original book, and that was actually very interesting. Not what I intended! But interesting. Then I went to bed after about half of it, because it was bedtime, and I have no idea what I dreamed about but they weren't bad, were adventurous, and very vivid and fucked up. I still have no idea how much I internalized the connection between sounds and words I recognize when written. But I did recognize a bunch of the smaller words, the pronouns and prepositions and things that I don't need to have extensive vocabulary to know. So there's that!

If I'm getting a cold there will be fucking murders. I'm sniffly and feel somewhat chilly, but no other symptoms yet, and it is fucking freezing out there Mr. Bigglesworth. Maybe if I'm very good and take DayQuil and try to go to bed early (concert high, HAH) and eat a healthy dinner involving all the protein and a lot of the veggies, this will go away? Because it had fucking well better. I don't have time to get a head cold. At least thus far most of my colds have involved, pass out for a day, take it mildly easy the next few days.

Well, I got a lot of administratrivia done this morning, in between a bunch of work stuff. Which means that after I get all these orders picked and packed and their paperwork sorted, I really need to get my dumb ass moving on edits. Because all of tonight is going to be spent either with good food or good music. Argh. And then when I get back the goal will be picking up the house because might as well put concert energy to good use. I'd swear there was something else here, but right now I got nothing.