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( Gaeilge )

I am about to the point of throwing my hands up in the air and shrieking "I GIVE UP" except that would be horribly misleading because giving up on me looks more like "FINE I'LL JUST SIT HERE AND STUDY LANGUAGES AND DANCE AND READ AND COOK AND SURL FOREVER." I think the usual definition of giving up looks more like hiding under the covers and never coming out, and I'd get awfully bored. Something. I'm giving up something anyway, and it might as well be hope and the delusion that going to DC in February will be anything but the last time I ever see my grandpa.

Yeah, it's down to that. They're moving him into my Mom's house because it's not so much that there's anything medical to be done, he's just very weak and would be better off living somewhere with people. I'm pretty sure he lived in that senior community apartment thing for less than a year.

So tired. I came home to that, told the boy, discussed whether or not I wanted him to go with me, decided that, yes, that'd be nice. Assuming there's time for him to get the days off and it's not a "Ok, hop in the car tonight/get plane tickets for tomorrow morning" thing. Heh. Bless my family and/or my credit card that that latter is even an option.

Stuff to do. In no particular order, I suppose: macro-edits for the Deli Counter story, finish two dime novels, finish a couple other blog entries, do another chapter in Graves, copy the Ogham alphabet to the Graves notebook, update my CS scratch pad (with eyeshadow colors for eyes, makeup brush cleaning solutions, among other things), make a schedule, tag Russian ep comments. When at home, cut peppers and brown meat. Probably make that into Skyline chili, that'd be nice. I'm so damn tired, and I have 1001 things to do, and all I want to do is take a week like my weekend and curl up with a book on the couch for hours on end. Maybe set an alarm to get up every 15 and stretch. That's not going to happen, is it.

All right. Let's start knocking shit down. At least I have chocolates and girl time to look forward to tonight.

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Whole page and a half done in Russian today, so I've got page 33 and the next page for tomorrow and that completes chapter 1! Which is a bit weird to think. Though that'd be a good note for the weekend to start on. I finished this chapter with Gesar on the third reason he picked Anton for this liaison job and it's a bit of a cliffhanger. Or it would be if I hadn't already read the books in English.

Out of this morning's to-do list I have done exactly... nothing. Well, okay, no, I started in on blog posts, the story, and cleaning up my CS notes, but I didn't finish either of those. But since I also did my day jobligations and the Russian, which was a daily chore but not on the list, I can't beat myself up too much about it. Still feel like I'm lagging behind everyone else in getting shit done. Still a bit jangly in the brainpan, thus.

Too much going on. Too many irons in the fire, and clearly I'm not operating at my usual capacity. Argh.

On the plus side, I figured out the pace and progress of the macro-edits in my Deli Counter story, so now all I have to do is implement it? I think.

I have no idea. I'm suddenly feeling very tired and whiny right now.