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Someday I will remember that in Italian, as opposed to Spanish and Portuguese, it is della and alla instead of de la and a la. But it was not this day. On the other hand I did remember forno instead of horno, so that's improvement on keeping everything in its separate places instead of all in a jumble in the "Latinate Language" playroom.

I slept for twelve hours again last night, partially assisted by NyQuil admittedly but also I think my body just needed that amount of sleep. The night before was a great deal of sleep but all of it restless, waking up every so often to hack my lungs up. Today ... I don't know. I feel like I'm safe for watching dance and martial arts movies, which is always a bit of a thing I can't do at the end of an illness because I want to get up and do dance or martial arts and ahahahah yeah no. But I watched a bit of A Chorus Line today and bounced around and didn't feel worse for the wear, so hopefully that's the end of that chest cold.

I've gone through all the interminable review videos for the first chunk of tech school, I've hit SQL, it's not as excruciating as I thought it might be given my aversion to things like statistics and formulae, though that might also be because I haven't gotten too far into it. I did discover that if I start talking tech school for any length of time on Twitter, two or three Twitter friends (including someone I hadn't spoken to in years before this) will come out of the woodwork to commiserate and offer support and in that particular parenthetical case, fun resources to practice on. It's rather nice. Deeply weird, but nice. I'm still holding off on doing the first big project and hoping that it's both simple/quick/easy and also that I did have to hold off until after this meeting with my educational coach/academic advisor, otherwise that's a week...

... okay, not entirely wasted, since I was sick anyway. But still.

I got started on Postcards to Voters, found my absurdly big pack of postcards, and then... balked on asking for more addresses. But then I finally did that, so that's done, I have more addresses, at some point tonight or tomorrow I'll get those written out and posted. I like this! It's a form of activism I can do without feeling like I'm bothering anyone, and they're pretty postcards. And yes, it's the bother of sorting through your mail and tossing the political bits in the recycling, but pretty postcards! Which to my mind is better than the large print scarify adds I've been getting in my mailbox every damn day these days.

And. Stuff. Things. Still writing. Still trying to juggle all my projects, although being sick and exhausted from being sick over the past week did not very much good for my productivity on anything, let alone the stuff I'm trying to maintain around tech school. I fixed up an issue, sort of, in a project I just started. (Yes I started a new writing project, hush.) Ergh. I don't know. Maybe after a (relatively) normal healthy week I'll have an idea of how much better I'm doing with regular writing. I swear, every damn time it's something else. First panics, and now chest cold. Somehow I thought staying home would lessen the One Damn Thing After Another writing prevention issues, but then again, the price of staying home is all of THIS, so.