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May. 12th, 2014 10:31 am( Gaeilge )
*looks down at the rows of tombstones* Man, I am no good at dragons.
I do, on the other hand, seem to be good at tomatoes and cucumbers and things, provided the groundhogs don't eat them. They're growing! Pretty damn big, too. Or at least the plants are, the tomatoes haven't developed yet but I'm going to have to start caging or staking or trellising them soon.
I swear I started this day meaning to get the damn dime novel finished, spend the rest of the week re-reading shit and doing edits, and all of a sudden I have both Murderboarding and Unnamed Anthology emails to read and deal with and my head is going to explode. Plus I didn't get nearly enough sleep last night and now I'm exhausted. One of these days I will remember that bedtime on time helps me to be more efficient in my day, which helps me to do all of these things at once, but it is not this day. This day we subsist on dark chocolate.
Also I just realized I haven't been doing Russian in so long I've forgotten where the hell I am. Apart from on chapter four. Let's start there. Tomorrow I'll be on page 79.
Ugh. When I get home, making a start on chopping down all that fucking alianthus which is growing again. Maybe if I make it a weekend habit to chop it the fuck down... maybe I should get some spray paint. And spray the stumps and then chop them the fuck down every weekend so I know what I need to chop. Yes. This, actually, I feel, is a very good plan. I have some spray primer in the craft room, that'll do for now. Die fucking alianthus die. Those and the star of bethlehems, those are both going on my genocide scroll whenever I get one. Those fuckers are worse than bamboo.
Right. To work, allonsy! I have at least three projects to do, none of which are getting done.
*looks down at the rows of tombstones* Man, I am no good at dragons.
I do, on the other hand, seem to be good at tomatoes and cucumbers and things, provided the groundhogs don't eat them. They're growing! Pretty damn big, too. Or at least the plants are, the tomatoes haven't developed yet but I'm going to have to start caging or staking or trellising them soon.
I swear I started this day meaning to get the damn dime novel finished, spend the rest of the week re-reading shit and doing edits, and all of a sudden I have both Murderboarding and Unnamed Anthology emails to read and deal with and my head is going to explode. Plus I didn't get nearly enough sleep last night and now I'm exhausted. One of these days I will remember that bedtime on time helps me to be more efficient in my day, which helps me to do all of these things at once, but it is not this day. This day we subsist on dark chocolate.
Also I just realized I haven't been doing Russian in so long I've forgotten where the hell I am. Apart from on chapter four. Let's start there. Tomorrow I'll be on page 79.
Ugh. When I get home, making a start on chopping down all that fucking alianthus which is growing again. Maybe if I make it a weekend habit to chop it the fuck down... maybe I should get some spray paint. And spray the stumps and then chop them the fuck down every weekend so I know what I need to chop. Yes. This, actually, I feel, is a very good plan. I have some spray primer in the craft room, that'll do for now. Die fucking alianthus die. Those and the star of bethlehems, those are both going on my genocide scroll whenever I get one. Those fuckers are worse than bamboo.
Right. To work, allonsy! I have at least three projects to do, none of which are getting done.