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I keep wanting to go check on my plants and see if the more proper watering did anything, except 12 hours or so isn't enough to perk up the plants THAT much. I am not good at this whole patience thing, have I mentioned that?

And I'm almost out of new-to-me Mentalist. Woe. I mean, on the plus side, no more Simon Baker smiling in ways that make me want to hide under the covers, but still kind of woe. I actually appear to have underestimated Bruno Heller's ability to play a long game and make it interesting. Which I shouldn't have, given his previous track record, but I did. I don't think I'll be doing that again anytime soon.

Things I need to do today: edit Blood in the Gutters since I do have a draft of Gods and Monsters up and oh god, the plot just kept unfurling and wouldn't shut up yesterday. And then White Lightning and a check-in post this afternoon. But in addition to the other things I need to do pretty soon, this weekend I need to go through the logs of the past week and write down all the shit for the next X "seasons" of G&M so I have the outline all there. Yes, that's how I figured out how to make a serial structure that works for reader interest and so on, structure it like a goddamn TV show. Murder novels are structured similar to episodes of procedurals, after all. Hopefully this'll work too.

Aand stuff. Things. Grimm is off the air, which means we're ramping up to do Haven on Murderboarding as well as Person of Interest, which is going to be a job of work. And I've got that scheduled for weekend mornings so I have large blocks of time in which to do my share of it, but, hoo boy. At least they're short 10-12 episode seasons. But just in watching the pilot we've found all kinds of little details that they threw in that make us swear a lot and. Yeah. Hoo boy.

Still, I'm feeling surprisingly chipper for the time of the month and the achiness and tubby feeling. It's not even precisely fat or bloated, it's tubby. And achey. Crampy. Ugh. But I got sleep last night. I think that's the reason, I actually slept. It's amazing what sleep will do.

Apropos of nothing, selenak wrote a much more coherent piece on being reluctant to watch Hannibal which about sums up all my reluctance, only better worded and more eloquent. Mads Mikkelsen aside, I have every faith in its production values (unlike a few other shows I will not be returning to), I just... Hannibal. Mmph.

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It's amazing how much of a difference getting a fucking decent night's sleep makes. I feel much better right now, I feel awake and not yet drained of all life and energy. I feel vaguely positive about the day! And the pile of mistakes I apparently made yesterday oops. Watch your damn correspondences, Jag. And I still need to make with the reading.

And I have no idea what happened but suddenly my brain took a hard right turn for the only focus on one data stream at a time. Probably the throwing up of hands from the Editrix, I was doing fine until the caterpillar tripped and went face first into the dirt! Which just goes to show you that "fine" is not only a relative term, it's a fucking deceptive one. And that said, thank god for coping mechanisms and training oneself to use one's words even though one may feel like crap, in any of half a dozen ways. So, okay, pulling back together with the ability to parse multiple data streams at once.

In completely other news, I need sources of funky colored lipstick. There are so many sources for funky colored nail polish, but I want to do things to my lips too! Non-permanent things. I'd do things to my eyes except I rub my eyes too much for that. Also I want to get my eyebrows sculpted or some shit before I start experimenting with the eyeshadow. What. Whaaaaat. Yeah, I don't know either, this is a change of pace for me, but I'm having fun fucking around with putting funky colors on me. Which actually goes with my tendency to: "It's boring/gloomy/sad/gray out? THROW COLORS AT EVERYTHING." Yarn! Dye! Fabric! Paint! Colors colors colors!

So, yes. Internets! Show me your colored lipstick links.

And then, you know, Mere Smith got De Colores stuck in my head. Which, I guess there are worse things to get stuck in one's head? But I only remember half the goddamn lyrics. Also it's a serious sign of how punchy I am that I went over to that on barely a suggestion.

Anyway. Okay, so, for the rest of today we have banging on the budget, which usually happens Sunday but this weekend has screwed me for mental scheduling. Writing, checking in and tagging that one Murderboarding comment before we acquire a backlog of them again. Then home, weeding, doing the Gods and Monsters edits and not being afraid of them, self, if you use your fear as to procrastinate till the very very last minute I will punch you in the side of the neck. Somehow. And then Person of Interest till bedtime. I list all of this out here because the way my brain is going right now, it will all dribble out my ears before I get more than two items down on my list of things to do. I only look like I have my shit together. I promise. Duck paddling. Anna's going to write a post on it later, I think.