*curls up*

Work is kicking my ass.

Too much work, not enough pay, and not enough internet time.

Had a weekend full of ups and downs, situation-wise, managed to keep an even keel throughout. Having minor meltdown now, but should be fine in a few hours.

Missed some important calls, will have to do some serious grovelling with non-LJ friends.

LC, many apologies for missing the celebration, got roped into family obligation and completely flaked and forgot to tell you. :P I suck.

I haven't missed any birthdays that are listed in LJ... (fearsclave, I have this nagging suspicion that you were born sometime in autumn. Confirm or deny please? Email will do.) Curse the rest of you who haven't listed your birthdays in your userinfo! *shakes fist feebly*


Oh, and of course, there are new friends around! *waves* Welcome to lux80 who hasn't friended me but left a comment asking to be friended :), and to oreades and to the_dilemma. You have no idea the torment you've just signed up for. ^_-

Oh, and a big WELCOME BACK!!!! to imago! I missed you, sweetling!

*curls up*

Work is kicking my ass.

Too much work, not enough pay, and not enough internet time.

Had a weekend full of ups and downs, situation-wise, managed to keep an even keel throughout. Having minor meltdown now, but should be fine in a few hours.

Missed some important calls, will have to do some serious grovelling with non-LJ friends.

LC, many apologies for missing the celebration, got roped into family obligation and completely flaked and forgot to tell you. :P I suck.

I haven't missed any birthdays that are listed in LJ... (fearsclave, I have this nagging suspicion that you were born sometime in autumn. Confirm or deny please? Email will do.) Curse the rest of you who haven't listed your birthdays in your userinfo! *shakes fist feebly*


Oh, and of course, there are new friends around! *waves* Welcome to lux80 who hasn't friended me but left a comment asking to be friended :), and to oreades and to the_dilemma. You have no idea the torment you've just signed up for. ^_-

Oh, and a big WELCOME BACK!!!! to imago! I missed you, sweetling!

Me? Procrastinate? Never!

In an effort not to ruin my streak of Perfectly Pointless Posts, I give you the following meme, which I have already answered in numerous different iterations.

Oh well.

( 100 books & 100 movies )

Me? Procrastinate? Never!

In an effort not to ruin my streak of Perfectly Pointless Posts, I give you the following meme, which I have already answered in numerous different iterations.

Oh well.

( 100 books & 100 movies )

Where am I going, and why am I in this handbasket?

I feel like hiding from the world today. I want to dig a hole in one of my walls, drape a blanket over it that matches the wall colour, and then crawl inside and hide.

Not for any particular reason, I don't think. Just feeling a bit fragile.

I think I may have to actually venture out of the apartment to get some of my paperwork signed, though. Will wait for those emails to decide what to do. Must email another person I've neglected, then try to get something done on two other projects.

Then, two more translations to do this week, and then no work at all after that. If I can avoid curling up into a ball and dying for the next, oh, ten days or so, I should be okay.

Right now I just feel tired and vaguely numb. Very tired. Been going to bed too late (2am every night since Thursday). Not good.

At least now that I have finished the Nightmare Text O' Doom (I think I might even post the texts out of a sense of perverse pleasure, or maybe just excerpts for the sheer Schadenfreude of it all), I can work with less guilt. Not without guilt, but at least less guilt. Am going to attempt to blitz the next two texts and have them finished by the end of the week. That should clear up my schedule *and* give my reputation its zing back. These 21 pages of broken English spanked me hard, then handed me my ass on a platter. 21 pages should have taken me 7 days at most, not three weeks. That's an average of one page a day. :P Of course it includes prep work, re-writing the English text, researching all the expletive deleted acronyms the author inserted without explaining what they were, deciphering footnotes, consulting with people, and six-to-seven hour phone conferences about the goddamned text.

Kill me now.

At least it's over.

*lurks in inbox* I'm hoping I don't have to go anywhere today, but I doubt that's the case. I have Tai Chi tonight (not missing that if I can help it) and I'm supposed to see someone for coffee later, but I forgot to email her so I have no idea when and where we're meeting. I just emailed her now, will call later in case I don't hear from her in time.

( Stuff that's too embarassing to put in plain view )

*sigh*

I'm not having a bad day, honest. Just... an off day, I guess. Maybe I'll do a spot of semi-creative writing, and hope that'll lift my spirits a bit.

Where am I going, and why am I in this handbasket?

I feel like hiding from the world today. I want to dig a hole in one of my walls, drape a blanket over it that matches the wall colour, and then crawl inside and hide.

Not for any particular reason, I don't think. Just feeling a bit fragile.

I think I may have to actually venture out of the apartment to get some of my paperwork signed, though. Will wait for those emails to decide what to do. Must email another person I've neglected, then try to get something done on two other projects.

Then, two more translations to do this week, and then no work at all after that. If I can avoid curling up into a ball and dying for the next, oh, ten days or so, I should be okay.

Right now I just feel tired and vaguely numb. Very tired. Been going to bed too late (2am every night since Thursday). Not good.

At least now that I have finished the Nightmare Text O' Doom (I think I might even post the texts out of a sense of perverse pleasure, or maybe just excerpts for the sheer Schadenfreude of it all), I can work with less guilt. Not without guilt, but at least less guilt. Am going to attempt to blitz the next two texts and have them finished by the end of the week. That should clear up my schedule *and* give my reputation its zing back. These 21 pages of broken English spanked me hard, then handed me my ass on a platter. 21 pages should have taken me 7 days at most, not three weeks. That's an average of one page a day. :P Of course it includes prep work, re-writing the English text, researching all the expletive deleted acronyms the author inserted without explaining what they were, deciphering footnotes, consulting with people, and six-to-seven hour phone conferences about the goddamned text.

Kill me now.

At least it's over.

*lurks in inbox* I'm hoping I don't have to go anywhere today, but I doubt that's the case. I have Tai Chi tonight (not missing that if I can help it) and I'm supposed to see someone for coffee later, but I forgot to email her so I have no idea when and where we're meeting. I just emailed her now, will call later in case I don't hear from her in time.

( Stuff that's too embarassing to put in plain view )

*sigh*

I'm not having a bad day, honest. Just... an off day, I guess. Maybe I'll do a spot of semi-creative writing, and hope that'll lift my spirits a bit.

Gushing about pets...

Smudge is getting to be a big old suck. ^_^

He comes up to me randomly when I'm on the computer and puts his paws on my thigh and asks to be petted. Then he jumps in my lap and stands there, waiting for more petting and attention. He hasn't mastered the art of settling yet, but he stays for a reasonably long time. Then he jumps down and resumes position #1 with paws on my leg so I can pet him more.

This is when the other three aren't clamouring for my attention. I lurve my kitties. They rock, even if they're a massive pain in the butt.

I've been thinking of obtaining a bunch of woodworking equipment and some carpeting and making them some more stuff to climb on, but then upon thinking about it the purchasing of said equipment would end up costing me three times as much as if I simply bought ready-made cat trees at a pet store. It would be cheaper in the long run, sure, but I have nowhere to keep the tools if I buy them, and I know myself well enough to realise that such a project would entail a huge mess from which I would probably never be able to extricate myself without considerable outside help. Not to mention that I'd probably saw off a finger, knowing my luck with such things.

In any case, I'll wait until I have money. Right now the next few months are looking pretty tight. :/

Going back to pet my kitties now. ^_^

Gushing about pets...

Smudge is getting to be a big old suck. ^_^

He comes up to me randomly when I'm on the computer and puts his paws on my thigh and asks to be petted. Then he jumps in my lap and stands there, waiting for more petting and attention. He hasn't mastered the art of settling yet, but he stays for a reasonably long time. Then he jumps down and resumes position #1 with paws on my leg so I can pet him more.

This is when the other three aren't clamouring for my attention. I lurve my kitties. They rock, even if they're a massive pain in the butt.

I've been thinking of obtaining a bunch of woodworking equipment and some carpeting and making them some more stuff to climb on, but then upon thinking about it the purchasing of said equipment would end up costing me three times as much as if I simply bought ready-made cat trees at a pet store. It would be cheaper in the long run, sure, but I have nowhere to keep the tools if I buy them, and I know myself well enough to realise that such a project would entail a huge mess from which I would probably never be able to extricate myself without considerable outside help. Not to mention that I'd probably saw off a finger, knowing my luck with such things.

In any case, I'll wait until I have money. Right now the next few months are looking pretty tight. :/

Going back to pet my kitties now. ^_^

Wow... this is... I just... no.

Thanks to forthright for pointing out this abomination.

Text follows:

( Phelps To Erect Matthew Shepard Monument )

Wow... this is... I just... no.

Thanks to forthright for pointing out this abomination.

Text follows:

( Phelps To Erect Matthew Shepard Monument )