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Sep. 15th, 2010 04:06 pm( 日本語 )
She said, guessing on at least that last one. I wonder if writing some of this out longhand at all would help me practice at least my kanji. Thinking about it, it probably would. I have such bad handwriting in Japanese. The only thing worse is my Russian.
I'm tired. I'm cranky, and I'm brain dead, and I'm tired, and I don't want to do customer service emails. Or go home and have to cook. I want to sit and write, edit, or spin. That's it. Sadly, I don't get to do any of those, I have to do customer service emails. And I want my spinning wheel and the stupid post office hasn't coughed it up yet. And I'm grumpy. Did I mention the grumpy? Editing isn't going anywhere near fast enough (although it has been productive) and I should edit the novel that I'm actually doing for the Big Bang tonight but I'm scared of that and don't want to do it either. MOO. I dig my heels in in protest and stomp my feet.
On the plus side, the wildlife seems to have stopped invading my personal space. On the double plus side, I've just been told I need to learn to weave on the ginormous floor loom so that I can take over that part of the family business. First, though, I need to get my driving license. Which will probably be worked towards this weekend as I look for driving courses in the area that fit. Either that or I find none, then browbeat the boy into taking me out driving places once I get my learner's permit. Again. I have glasses already if I need them, so. Oogh. That was probably the kick in the pants I needed, but I should also be mindful that I don't need to drive immediately. Just. Get started and stop being afraid of it. God, I am so afraid of cars and driving on roads here. Especially where people don't know how to fucking merge.
Oogh. Right, I have really very little time left here at work, so I'm going to go do work things for the last bit of it. And then go home and be surly there. Yay surly! Meh.
She said, guessing on at least that last one. I wonder if writing some of this out longhand at all would help me practice at least my kanji. Thinking about it, it probably would. I have such bad handwriting in Japanese. The only thing worse is my Russian.
I'm tired. I'm cranky, and I'm brain dead, and I'm tired, and I don't want to do customer service emails. Or go home and have to cook. I want to sit and write, edit, or spin. That's it. Sadly, I don't get to do any of those, I have to do customer service emails. And I want my spinning wheel and the stupid post office hasn't coughed it up yet. And I'm grumpy. Did I mention the grumpy? Editing isn't going anywhere near fast enough (although it has been productive) and I should edit the novel that I'm actually doing for the Big Bang tonight but I'm scared of that and don't want to do it either. MOO. I dig my heels in in protest and stomp my feet.
On the plus side, the wildlife seems to have stopped invading my personal space. On the double plus side, I've just been told I need to learn to weave on the ginormous floor loom so that I can take over that part of the family business. First, though, I need to get my driving license. Which will probably be worked towards this weekend as I look for driving courses in the area that fit. Either that or I find none, then browbeat the boy into taking me out driving places once I get my learner's permit. Again. I have glasses already if I need them, so. Oogh. That was probably the kick in the pants I needed, but I should also be mindful that I don't need to drive immediately. Just. Get started and stop being afraid of it. God, I am so afraid of cars and driving on roads here. Especially where people don't know how to fucking merge.
Oogh. Right, I have really very little time left here at work, so I'm going to go do work things for the last bit of it. And then go home and be surly there. Yay surly! Meh.
