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No Russian yesterday, Russian needs to happen today before my head explodes. I guess the plan will be to use phrases like "across the hotel to the left" or "to the right" and "down two blocks" and "turn left" and so on. Landmarks can come when I have a better idea of where I'm going an what I'm walking to and so on. Stupid bloody con maze.

Did at least get the Haven photoshopping done last night, and more to come tonight. And got Haven down to a quick five minutes I can do tonight, and so on. If I'm very lucky I can get all of Person of Interest done tomorrow and Sunday. Gods and Monsters needs to get done today, some of Nerd Girls got plotted and more can get plotted today as it occurs to me, and in the evening there will be knitting and Emperor's New Groove. Scrivener downloading this weekend. Ulp. At least I'm giving myself a month and a half to fuck around and get used to the new software, but still ulp.

Waking up is happening very, very slowly this morning. For example I've been awake for about four hours and I just typed "this weekend." Oops. But on the other hand I did realize that the weak Sapir-Whorf hypothesis is the equivalent of the three blind men with the elephant story. Or rather, one of those three blind men. And then, you know, I lost myself in the aboriginal Australian language that has only geocentric words for directions so its members have an uncanny ability to know where they are and the locations of things at any given time. And so, that's enough of that. Back to work.

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( Russian )

No, still exhausted. And irrationally craving melon. In hindsight, though, after two days of trying to find a damn map, it occurs to me that they're moving a lot of things around and I really should just memorize non-English/Spanish directions in terms of left, right, across, because I will have to fucking reorient myself again. ARGH. The only saving grace to this is that all the stuff I always want to do every year has reoriented itself into the Marriott. So I just have to go downstairs for it! Yay! That's one aspect of getting lost eliminated.

Work's been too busy for me to really get any writing done apart from this entry here and there, which isn't too bad since I seem to be unable to push words through my brain. I went to bed early last night to deal with this problem, dammit. And it's not going away. Maybe I need more protein in my diet or something.

Scrivener's word processing functions are, maybe not so much entirely antithetical to my way of writing? But certainly tangent to perpendicular. Why would you ever complicate things needlessly like that? (Why? Because your brain doesn't organize things like my brain does.) And on the other hand oh dear god I think that compile and format suitable for digital publication thing might be the best thing I've seen since last Dragon Con. Nnngh.