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( Gaeilge )

John Noble is following me on Twitter. I have no idea. I can only blame talking about Fringe. Which is going to be interesting when we start ... blogging.

I have to go find a small dark place to hide now.

I should say something solemn or something or another but I don't have much of anything. I spent most of the weekend trying to get the house picked up with the head cold of doom, watching Fringe. Watching Kingdom Hospital. Attempting to get my head organized, which didn't work very well. Getting told that I should pick up Hikaru no Go for Go lessons which, really? A manga? Is this a true thing or is someone having me on because girls don't do manga? The sad thing is I could believe it either way.

Anyway. Goals for today! Get a couple chapters done in White Lightning, get five dime novels outlined and start finishing up Darren's dime novel to get that into edits. When I get home dinner is half made already, barring the sauce, and maybe I'll finally start that pot of spaghetti sauce I've been meaning to start since last weekend. So I'll work some on Haven and do some of the exercises I didn't get done this morning because I've been talking with the boy about house repairs. At some point in the first couple weeks of March, definitely getting a chimney sweep and hopefully inspector in to talk about repairs and get an estimate. And hopefully it won't be too big a chunk of change.

Ooh, one of my amaryllises is peeking! SPRING! Please spring soon. I am ready for it.

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Okay, made it to the top of page 53 in Russian today, with a whole lot of dialogue about special abilities, psychic powers, and mutations. So if anyone wants to have an extended discussion in Russian about the general X-Men universe, I'm all set.

(Not really, I didn't likely retain a lot of that, but that's what it reminded me of.)

Also ordered rolling suitcases for the Portland trip because I have none. I have lots and lots of luggage, but I'm reasonably certain that none of it actually rolls. It's all duffels. I have no real idea how this happened, I expect a lot of the rolling luggage previously used got left at various parents' places, but there you go. Also ordered a jewelry case for my various jewelry so that my necklaces and earrings don't get endlessly fucking tangled, because up to this point my solution has largely been "throw in small bag and untangle everything when I get there." This now irritates me too much to keep it up. And boot polish for my boots. And thus, I think, concludes the Portland shopping apart from last minute makeup (lipstick, mostly) buying and thrifting something vaguely like formal pants. Because Tony Stark Chic.

I've also, thanks to Portland and a general anxiety of being out in public in real grown-up clothes and among real grown-up people, added a few new things to my daily routine, things like moisturizing with Vitamin E and practicing my eyeliner-from-eyeshadow. Could applying retinol creams and under-eye creams be far behind? .... probably, yes, because that anti-aging crap gives me fits of hellno. Not entirely sure why, just. No.

I do feel like I need to hit up some courtesan reading stuff again, but I'm not sure what. The Pillow Book of Sei Shonagon? One of the courtesan diaries I have? Phedre, or something Phedre-like? Any recs, anyone? Probably the Pillow Book first, and after that I have no idea. I might also pick up the next Walker Papers book too, because why the hell not.

And after that fit of uncertainty now my brain is giving me all sorts of other dilemmas to tackle. Last minute makeup shopping -- accomplished when I go thrifting since the CVS is right next to the thrift store, or look through the Portland airport and see if there's a makeup store there? (I'm betting yes; I'm not betting on my local airport because it's kind of amazing that we have a local airport at all. Tiny town.) Or do I wait and get it closer to fly time? Do I get highlights now or closer to go time or not at all? Definitely getting my hair trimmed closer to go time so there's less time for my bangs to fall into my face. Do I need to add more traditional strength training type stuff into my workout routine or just keep going with the ballet and yoga? ARGH. My head, she is spinning.

Which probably means at this point it's time to take a second to breathe, then finish up day jobligations, then finish up the next dime novel outlines since I didn't get any solid writing done today. Writing tomorrow! And breathing. Tonight... well, I'm not sure what tonight, actually, apart from exercises. I forgot that it's the boy's night off, which means I might not have time for Haven if he decides we should go shopping for that media center so we can get the damn TV off the floor. Hurm. Well, and if we don't, dinner and spaghetti sauce and maybe Haven and if not dime novels and WL. Back to work, self. You can do this whole writing discipline thing, you've done it before.