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Jan. 19th, 2012 09:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeСегодня я должна писать по крайней мере однa глава «Длинная дорога» и Juke Joint Jezebel. Я также хочу писать что-то про Руби и мистер Голд (says Kiki), но я не знаю, будет ли возможность (или достаточно время). Я думаю, что буду занятaя сегодня. As shown by that's all the time I have for today argh.
Well, that's part one of finance crap done. Apparently my credit is Really Damn Good! Not quite as awesome as the boy's but still really damn good. Hopefully it's good enough for us to get a decent rate on a fixed-rate mortgage that will cover our prospective houses; we're seeing more houses this weekend and slowly moving forward with that. Slowly and cautiously. I'm trying to be cautious about it, I hit the point where last night or the night before I had weird half-awake anxiety dreams about the whole damn thing. Ugh.
... No kidding, a guitar pick just dropped out of the sky and onto my hand. Well, out of the apartment and onto my hand. Probably it got knocked down from wherever I'd last put it, but, really, this is what it's come down to. Random guitar picks materializing. Part of me wants to be all "Yay I have musician cred" and part of me is going "GODDAMMIT GUITAR PICKS EVERYWHERE."
Blargh. I'm sure I had more to say here. We saw Formula 51 last night, aka The 51st State, aka Samuel L Jackson innakilt and Robert Carlyle as the Wee Dippy Football Hooligan. With the soul patch. There was much giggling, especially when a Felix DeSouza seemed to launch himself straight at one part of the collective brain. I await news of his demise by being chewed up and spat out by one of the other brain denizens any hour now. But yeah, that happened, and I even got a bit of writing done on things I actually should get writing done. And then tonight, posting for drafts to be turned in of things for WitchesbigBang and oh crap. Have to figure out how that's going to work with artists stuff and things, and who sends the rough draft where.
Oh, hey, I found where the guitar pick came from. Still doesn't explain how one of them fell on me.
Urgh. I need to get shit done and my brain is too scattered to get shit done. I do not like this state of affairs. I guess this means it's time for the set 'em up knock 'em down mindset, do one thing, get it done, go on to the next. I just wish I were more on top of things, though. Or maybe I just wish that I felt like I was more on top of things. Stop it, self, you are exercising, studying Russian or Irish, making healthy lunches and going to work relatively put together, doing work, eating a healthy lunch, doing German, doing more work, getting writing done, coming home, doing guitar practice, doing Japanese, cooking healthy dinners, and going to bed at a reasonable hour. You are still juggling all of this and finding time to goof off and watch wee football hooligans. That is really damn put together. So chill.
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Date: 2012-01-19 02:42 pm (UTC)несколько (yes, but it means more several than some? It's countable, I think. You wouldn't say several/a few water? немножко, possibly, or 'писать что-то про Руби и мистер Голд' (And then Kiki ran into a site/forum with Russian fanfiction for OUaT. Including Emma/Ruby.) I think.)
Я думаю, что буду занятой -> занята
Oh, so it's not just me being all scattered! If it's going around the Brain, that's different and possibly more manageable. *goes gives herself a few minutes of meditation and starts again*
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Date: 2012-01-19 04:39 pm (UTC)No, it's definitely not you. *flaps hands at Russian*
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Date: 2012-01-19 07:10 pm (UTC)*snuggles* Yes. Now centering, and all the writes.
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Date: 2012-01-19 03:02 pm (UTC)I might just set my head on fire and start over with a new one. I hate headcolds.
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Date: 2012-01-19 03:20 pm (UTC)That is an eminently reasonable plan. My solution to excessive amounts of phlegm coming from my head was always trepannation, myself.
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Date: 2012-01-20 04:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-01-20 11:21 am (UTC)*gropes self* No, no trainish parts here. ;)
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Date: 2012-01-20 02:41 pm (UTC)That would do it. I process insurance claims, and not only am I freak about exceeding production numbers, but we would never be allowed to have anything out at our desks.
I do jigsaw puzzles on my breaks/lunch to decompress (which at least is something -- I'm a lot closer to functional when I get home now) and I get enough squinty eyes over that.
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Date: 2012-01-20 02:55 pm (UTC)Yeah, when I worked customer service at one of those Big Catalog Companies What Sells Crap to Rich People we weren't allowed to have anything on our desks either. Which didn't stop most of us, but sometimes we didn't hide the books in time.
Some bosses should remember what it's like to have to do that kind of thing. Or, if I'm feeling uncharitable, have their heads slammed in a car door a few times.
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Date: 2012-01-20 03:19 pm (UTC)That said, I am fair because I want to slam their heads into a car door a few times every day, because my bosses are idiots. XD
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Date: 2012-01-20 03:38 pm (UTC)There are probably a number of problems slamming heads in car doors wouldn't solve, but it's just so satisfying.
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Date: 2012-01-19 03:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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