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[kittydesade]

Как попасть...? Как добраться до...?

1. Скажите, пожалуйста, как попасть в Большой театр?
2. Вы не скажете, как добраться до Московского университета?
3. Скажите, пожалуйста, как добраться до Третьяковской галереи?
4. Скажите, пожалуйста, как попасть в Исторический музей?
5. Вы не скажете, как попасть на Красную площадь?
6. Вы не скажете, как добраться до Арбата?
7. Скажите, пожалуйста, как добраться до станции метро «Юго-Западная»?
8. Вы не скажете, как попасть в ГУМ (Я не знаю! I have no idea what the protocol is for abbreviations.)
9. Вы не скажете, как добраться до гостиници «Международная»?
10. Скажите, пожалуйста, как попасть в ботанический сад?


That icon is all the more hilarious if you picture it with Raymond Watts, this 6'lots" 140lbs soaking wet scraggly haired Sorcerer-musician plonking one foot down on a guitar stand. With boot on. Big boot. The man's a beanpole, even if he's an adorable beanpole I want to throttle half the time. My understanding of bandom got a lot more visceral when I started following KMFDM. Even haphazard and half-assedly.

Someone explain to me why I can't spell пожалуйста today? It's a simple damn common word. After everything I've been doing (yesterday I did all three languages, did my exercise, picked up no less than three damn projects at work, did my shipping, did some writing, finished a Big Bang, made dinner, and boiled the fuck out of the tiedyed shirts. And then I wonder why I'm so tired) you'd think I'd learn... something. Not to take on so many damn projects. With deadlines, that's the problem. Oh well.

Today's chores: Writing in the Desert, editing Martine, brainspamming on the First Book. Spinning and cooking the damn curry. Surviving work, which shouldn't be as hard as it sounds considering I don't think there's going to be so much to do. Fuck! And the bank. Depositing rent check. Why is being an adult so hard? It didn't look this hard when I was a kid. At least the store projects, one of them is simple, requires printing up something for data collection and putting it out, which I can do today. And the other one is slightly more complicated but not going to start until November, which means I don't have to start working on it until the weekend. The sheer amount of discussion, processing, and infodump that happened yesterday was fucking exhausting, though. I keep forgetting how hard it is to organize all these things and keep them straight in your mind, and process all the little bits of information, until I'm trying to do it.

Hey, though, my to-do list is shrinking. At this point I almost think I want long swaths of things to have to write. If only because I'm not boiling things, lifting vats of stuff, working with chemicals, lifting and carrying, running around, trying to process things. I'm writing. That's it. That's familiar, that's something I know I can do. Bleh. More sleep, I needs it. Maybe I can take a nap at work.