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[kittydesade]

Was für ein Mensch ist Rob?
Rob ist verruckt.
Was für ein Tag ist heute?
Heute ist verruckt. )(This may or may not be correct.)
Wo ist meine cheesesticks?
Wann ist Warehouse 13?

Spielst du ein Computerspiele?
Kommst du hier?
Gehst du joggen heute Abend?


I don't have the energy to make up many more sentences about German in question form.

So. Oh god, so. Today was a Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Day. Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, I present:

Exhibit A: My widget LIED to me. Instead of one, maybe two boxes, there were five or six. Relatively easy to deal with, but still.
Exhibit B: The two new friends I've been talking about, hereby now known as Chuckles and Pixie just because, are abruptly the center of some epic relationship drama. And possibly dragging us in. Boy suggested we get spare room ready to be an actual spare room. Nngh.
Exhibit C: Broken TV is unfixable. New TVs start at, what, $475?
Exhibit D: Old car received a citation today. A parking citation. In our own damn parking lot.
Exhibit D-2: This, despite the fact that fuckheads who don't actually live here or bear stickers saying they do routinely park in our lot. And take up every goddamn space in front of our apartment.
Exhibit E: This splinter in the boy's foot that may or may not be getting infected and is apparently resisting evacuation.
Exhibit F: The goddamn bread got stuck in the piece of shit toaster. Again.
Exhibit G: Kitty peeing on floor. (This actually happened some time ago but we just found out today.)
Exhibit H: There is no exhibit H. Go see the squirrels.

I am tired. I am also kind of pissed, so there may in fact be running tomorrow despite the fact that I probably shouldn't. There may not be. I'm really, really hoping tomorrow is better because at this rate I'm going to bite someone's head off what shouldn't be bit. Cranky kitty is cranky, and cranky kitty is a stone bitch when she's cranky.

On the plus side... I'm sure there was a plus side here somewhere. Mark Sheppard was on Warehouse 13, that's a plus side. I have corsety goodness. I have, barring everything else, material to make a costume for Dragon*Con even if I don't actually spend any more money. My writing is getting done very, very slowly, but hopefully steadily in greater and greater amounts till I can actually make my deadlines. Either that or I hermit all weekend and catch the fuck up. Something. Who knows. I'm going to bed now before I stab what's left of this day in the face.