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Feb. 26th, 2016 10:55 amI did manage to get up at a reasonable time this morning! And got laundry put away, and brought the recycling trash can (as opposed to the big recycling bin that they collect from, this one goes in the house) back in, and picked up some more trash from upending bedding everywhere, and made breakfast, and did languages. Not exercise, because of course I had to leave early again and give a vial of blood for a thyroid check.
And now I'm exhausted again.
I did manage to remember before it was late and I really didn't want to go out in the fucking cold that I wanted a Hindi dictionary. Because the gloss in the textbook is worse than useless, I get assignments to translate "That is a very big boy" and I have "That" and I have "boy" and I have to reverse engineer "very" out of the answer key. Which, at least there is an answer key but that is not what I want to be doing. So I went and ordered one, and because I am physically incapable of going into a bookstore and coming out with only what I want (unless what I want is "all of X's books") I also picked up Karen Memory and since I spent over $NewYork I got to pick from their ARC shelf. So I picked up a book on NSA codebreakers in the Cold War, or at least the subtitle is something about Intelligence War Against the Soviet Union.
I've gotten through the author's note and so far the refrain is oh my god NSA why you so fucking dumb I knew you were dumb but oh my fucking god. I feel like this is both a product of my childhood and a product of having all the wrong kinds of learning tendencies? Inclinations? Something. Actually it's probably all a product of my childhood. When you grow up in DC, when you live in DC for any length of time (and friends can attest to this!) it's a requirement that you get lost in at least one of the several "secret" bases and facilities around the area.
Anyway.
In addition to the mild headache of oh my god for an intelligence agency you are the fucking dumbest I seem to be slightly stuffed up. The boy may or may not be better, we're currently debating whether or not it's the sandwich he ate. I'm slowly working my way through the day's tasks in between swearing at books, there was going to be Deadpool tonight but given how the boy feels I think we're going to have to give that a miss.
... Thinking about it, apart from hanging some hooks on walls and keeping up with dishes and laundry I think sitting in place and learning things is all I have to do today. Well, and writing and editing, but that's also normal and easy and quiet and restful. That's, I think, two whole days of that, plus Wednesday night. WOW.
And now I'm exhausted again.
I did manage to remember before it was late and I really didn't want to go out in the fucking cold that I wanted a Hindi dictionary. Because the gloss in the textbook is worse than useless, I get assignments to translate "That is a very big boy" and I have "That" and I have "boy" and I have to reverse engineer "very" out of the answer key. Which, at least there is an answer key but that is not what I want to be doing. So I went and ordered one, and because I am physically incapable of going into a bookstore and coming out with only what I want (unless what I want is "all of X's books") I also picked up Karen Memory and since I spent over $NewYork I got to pick from their ARC shelf. So I picked up a book on NSA codebreakers in the Cold War, or at least the subtitle is something about Intelligence War Against the Soviet Union.
I've gotten through the author's note and so far the refrain is oh my god NSA why you so fucking dumb I knew you were dumb but oh my fucking god. I feel like this is both a product of my childhood and a product of having all the wrong kinds of learning tendencies? Inclinations? Something. Actually it's probably all a product of my childhood. When you grow up in DC, when you live in DC for any length of time (and friends can attest to this!) it's a requirement that you get lost in at least one of the several "secret" bases and facilities around the area.
Anyway.
In addition to the mild headache of oh my god for an intelligence agency you are the fucking dumbest I seem to be slightly stuffed up. The boy may or may not be better, we're currently debating whether or not it's the sandwich he ate. I'm slowly working my way through the day's tasks in between swearing at books, there was going to be Deadpool tonight but given how the boy feels I think we're going to have to give that a miss.
... Thinking about it, apart from hanging some hooks on walls and keeping up with dishes and laundry I think sitting in place and learning things is all I have to do today. Well, and writing and editing, but that's also normal and easy and quiet and restful. That's, I think, two whole days of that, plus Wednesday night. WOW.