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That doesn't look too hard or complicated. She said, eyeing the bloody language warily. Of all the hobbies to pick, I have no idea why I ended up with studying languages. I mean, it's tremendous fun. But it's also ridiculously complex and tricky and argh.

So. It's Friday. After two snow days in a row it really doesn't feel like a Friday and if I have any time today to do anything at work other than catch up on day job work I will be amazed. I have no idea if we're even getting anything via UPS today, everything is exceptioned because of the 8-10 inches of snow dumped on us the other day. On the other hand it is supposed to warm up over the weekend... oh dear god it's supposed to get into the 50s today? Yeah, all of that snow will be gone pretty damn soon I think. At least where the sun is. Which is most of the area around my house at least, I don't know about UPS.

At any rate. I've one more note to deal with on the Deli Counter story if I have time for that today, then I can turn that in. And then after that I guess I'll attempt dime novels, scenes, and other words. Blog entries? Darren dime novel first, then blog entries. We'll see how much of that I get done. And then picking up upstairs when I get home so I can take pictures of that tomorrow and get that done, then find some place to print out the photos over the weekend.

.... No, it's still weird to be going to work today. And to have the sun out and bright when I leave, though that's more that longer days have snuck up on me. But it's still weird. This whole week has been weird. Stupid snow days throwing me off.

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So the past couple days' worth of Russian put me up to page 52, which is not a bad place to be. I have noted and logged this on Habit RPG, which I have started to use as my accountability thing thanks to viridian, the wench. On the other hand since it's getting towards spring and I'm about to have a shitpile of small fiddly tasks that I really should remember to do on bloody time, this isn't a bad thing.

I have no focus today and I keep wanting to fall asleep. This isn't a good thing.

Aunts and co. freaked me out this morning, thanks guys, with saying "Sorry about your Dad/Grandfather" and me going "WHAT. WHAT HAPPENED. WHAT DID I MISS. WAS THERE AN EMAIL. I GOT NO EMAIL. WHAT." And it turns out, no, there was no email, it's just the situation in general. So, okay, but that was a brief freak out I could have done without. Plus the small adrenaline rush resulted in a small adrenaline crash and now I'm even more exhausted. I can't be exhausted! I have shit to do, guys. Stories to finish. Things to learn. Things to think about learning. Currently up between sutras, Go, and tai chi. Is there a Go for Dummies out there? Why am I asking, there probably is.

I am, however, riding the dopamine high of having finished a couple of projects over the course of the week, so maybe I can kick that into finishing a couple other shorter projects. And so on and so forth. I hope? I'd really, really like to clear some of this crap off my desk, and every time I think about it I think about the two months (Dec/January) where I did fuck all and I hate myself a little bit for it. Okay, a medium amount. Not as much as I would have five years ago. Not as little enough as to stay the hell off my productivity levels. That wasn't even English, was it.

FUCKIT. ALL RIGHT, WRITERS, LET'S GET WRITING.