Warhead On Legs

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Well, Russian didn't happen on account of trying to get Gods and Monsters done and being late for everything because dentist. And getting distracted by another fic project. And okay, let's face it, writing new things is more fun than translating traumatic interviews.

I have a sleepy. I also have a final freaking out about oh my god house so dirty. ... that's about all there is to say to that, really.

So. Today I will have an Anna! And today most likely either we will either go to the blue bottle park and make dinner and hang out or she will pass out upon arrival, not sure which. I think at this point we're playing it by ear until we get to the weekend whereupon there will be spa things and good food and Pacific Rim. Because giant robots vs giant monsters. For which I am apparently getting into the mood by watching The Mummy Returns. Go figure.

( Gaeilge )

Yeah, I can't be having with this shit. I have work to do.

The extremely short version is I found out on Saturday that my grandfather was diagnosed with, or confirmed with bladder cancer. Out of all the cancers it's one of the more treatable/benign ones, but we don't know the extent of it. Apparently he's likely been living with it for years, which makes me want to smack people, but also increases the chances that it's spread, metastasized, whatever. On the other hand as far as I can tell that doesn't even necessarily mean much. So, yeah, I have no idea, will have no idea until Thursday apparently. So, that's happening.

I have no idea what to think. I'm allowing for needing more sleep, not that that helped much Sunday night on account of constantly waking up every hour or couple of hours to sneeze my head off. As a result I spent much of Monday in more or less a killing mood and wanting to punch people who I know were trying to be helpful. We'll see if I manage today without feeling a need to bite people. Except the boy, for various reasons. I will see Pacific Rim sometime soon, or there will not only be fucking murders, there will be hanging the bodies out in the town square.

So maybe not much less murderous. Hopefully less nauseous and with the light doing weird things and the pounding in the head. Of all the things I did not need yesterday, that was up there.

Also, Man with the Iron Fists is the weirdest fucking movie. It's not bad But it's very weird.

( Gaeilge )

No Russian yesterday, too much random nausea and feeling faintish about the brainpan. Not much of anything yesterday, though there was a fair chunk of edits and drafting of Gods and Monsters. Shit keeps going sideways of my outline. It irks me. It's irksome. I do have ideas for Kink Bingo at least. And maybe I'll get some of that written today or through the weekend.

And I have lost another half a pound or so somewhere! I seem to be in one of those downward slides that will probably end another pound or two later and result in me yoyoing around whatever point I settle at. That seems to be the sequence of events, drop three to five pounds, yoyo around that point, drop another two or three. Which is... weird. I mean, I can live with it, at least I know what's going on, but it's weird. I don't think I've been changing my diet any? I mean, I have cereal for breakfast, nibble on nuts or dark chocolate through the day, have some decent amount of something (usually a sandwich, I think) for lunch, and then whatever the fuck I want for dinner because dinner, healthy, good big meal. Maybe it really is the muscles I've been attempting to build? I hear those chew through food more than just losing weight by eating less and not adding muscle mass. (I like muscle mass. It makes me look all solid and toned and helps me impress people by enabling me to lift heavy things. Yes, I'm shallow.)

Anyway. I still have no idea what the boy's talking about, or, well, what he was talking about. Because he started talking about keys and coins, and all I could think of were the Coins of Zakynthos and the Grimm knights' keys. Because this is what watching and analyzing Grimm has done to me. I guess the alternative would be pirate Aztec coins and the key to Davy Jones' chest? Which I actually did have on my key ring for a bit! He's still on the phone. I want to know what the fuck was with the coins and the keys. Argh.

Today's intent: morning, sorting through Gods and Monsters and making a miniboard for that, outlined for each of the cases now that I've lost track of who knows what. I think. I trust my backbrain about most of the way to keep track of it, but I'd like to be sure. Afternoon: doing another chunk of Blood in the Gutters editing. Between all that if time permits there will be some handsewing on my Huntress costume, which would have been finished except apparently I can't lay out fabric in a straight line, and writing of Kink Bingo. Which may or may not turn out porny. I'm really not sure yet. I am, however, amused by the GUY in the scene being the virgin.

ETA: He's finally off the phone. Apparently I was RIGHT about the Grimm thing, which .... I did not expect that. Or is the phrase 'well, that was unexpected.' Anyway, so apparently soon (for a relative and very 80s value of soon) I will be the proud owner of my very own Grimm knight key and a Coin of Zakynthos. I promise not to turn into Gollum. Or a Ringwraith.

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Okay. I think I got that, at least as far as understanding it goes. I might write it down somewhere and stick it by my computer so I have it to refer to when I have to make future sentences in other chapters, but so far I think I've got that. Whether or not I wrote it all correctly is another matter, but..

Oogh. Getting a sore throat, which, not sure if this is just being tired and having a runny nose or getting the cold that Flutter's been out with for the past couple of days. I has a wary. And a do not want. And I need to make spaghetti sauce tonight for game, I think. Or if not for game at least for dinner, and then we can have it over the course of the next week, either way. But still do not want.

On the plus side, one novel down. Now a couple weeks of resting up from it and then going back and editing it, bashing it into shape and whatnot. And in the meantime I get to work on both my desert novel and my SciFi Big Bang. Neither of which are coming along as well or as long as I want them to, argh. I need to... something. I think I should have put more detail into my outline for the desert novel, at the very least. Maybe that'll happen today. Expanding on what needs to be done in some of those scenes. Aaand I need to update my notes on the angels, and. And and and. Too much stuff, not enough time.

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I have this sudden urge to write a fic wherein Eve has to deal with Guerrero's family. First, though, I need to finish the Guerrero and Tiger Cub one.

I should start taking pictures of my bento again, but for now I'm actually kind of learning what's working for me as far as meals and what isn't. I do need to keep diversifying and seeing about other stuff, maybe get a little creative, but so far it's working and I really like it. Now I just need to stop snacking. There is no candy basket. Repeat after me now, there is no candy basket. Although I have discovered that the sandwich rounds, cut in half, fit absolutely perfectly in the narrow lunch boxes. This makes me very happy.

Today may or may not be a light day. There wasn't much left at the end of the day yesterday, one pick up in store order that was pretty huge and a few mail things, but, we'll see. But at least my writing load is to where I can do it in the evenings if work gets busy, and for the most part, I have it scheduled and packaged out and handled. Next due date seems to be the end of this month. Eminently do-able.

Warehouse 13 was... an okay start to the season. The writing seemed a little herky-jerky, what with a bit of bad characterization and some weird bait and switching. And a plot twist that seemed incredibly lame at least at the time, hopefully it won't turn out to be. And there's more episodes yet to go. Maybe it'll get better and I'll put most of the weirdnesses of this episode to the characters being shook up. We will see. At any rate, I feel like I should be writing fanfic about it. If only kind of silly fanfic. Unfortunately I should be writing kink bingos, and I can't porn anyone in Warehouse 13 without feeling weird about it. Blah.