Corner of Bourbon & Division

How is the time going by so quickly? I swear, it feels like it was Christmas yesterday.

Because I'd been sent on training courses the past two weeks, it's actually been a while since I worked a full night shift, and so it's sort of kicking my ass this time around. It's a little frightening how quickly I readjust to a daytime schedule. I am not a night owl, never have been. I enjoy going to bed by 22:00 (23:00 at the latest) and getting up around 07:00. That's what my body does naturally, after a few weeks of time off. I don't need an alarm, that's the way my circadian rhythms roll. Of course, this almost never happens, because I rarely have time off, and when I do it's not long enough for my body to reset completely, so unless I set an alarm (or Bean wakes me, or whatever), then I can easily sleep in way past 07:00.

I got a bit of writing done last night, which was nice. It wasn't on any of my current projects, but it was nice to at least get some fiction down on the screen. Perhaps tonight, if work remains quiet, I'll actually manage to work on one of my big projects for the year. It'd be nice to produce something I can get paid for at some point. This month, due to money that we're expecting not coming in for a while yet, things are very very tight. Tight to the point of making me worry if I'll have enough money for gas to get back to Montreal on Monday.

I tried doing the 2nd job thing last year, but as it turns out my memory of hating everything about translating was completely accurate. Much like the last time I did it for a living, it ratcheted up my anxiety to near-unbearable levels. So, that's out. I'm at a loss of what I can do to earn extra income (aside from writing, because while I know it CAN be a source of income, I'm a long ways away from getting anything published. I'd have to finish one of my projects, for one thing), because translation is essentially my one other marketable skill. I do know how to edit & proofread, but I have no formal training and no background to speak of (beta-ing fanfiction doesn't count, pretty sure).

If I worked a different kind of job, I could take on part-time work somewhere. Working a retail/service job would be fine, for what I need. The problem is that my schedule simply won't allow for that. I'd never be able to give my second boss a clear idea of when I'd be available. Also, I'd never be reliably free on nights or weekends, which is when a lot of part-time jobs want people to work. Argh.

Right, moving on.

In unrelated but hilarious news, J. K. Rowling, who refuses to shut up and let her art be art, has come on record as saying she now regrets putting Hermione and Ron together, stating that she did it for personal reasons at the time, but that now "distance has given [her] perspective," and she thinks they're terrible for each other. The internet has re-exploded back into Harry/Hermione vs Ron/Hermione ship wars, seven years later, and mostly I think someone should shove Rowling into a cupboard until she can learn to hold her tongue. I say this with love, and as someone who never had a pony in this particular race. My own love for Harry Potter fell very much in the gen. category, and while the Harry/Ginny thing felt forced, I never much cared one way or another.

A Twitter friend suggested taking Harry Potter away from her now, like taking a drunk's car keys away before they hurt themselves.

"I'm not done."

"We think you've had enough."

"But the relationship between--"

"No. C'mon, let's go let's get you home. You'll feel better in the morning."

"I SHOULD'VE DONE IT DIFFERENTLY!"

"Shh, it's okay, just a few more stairs."

*J.K. Rowling throws up more opinions on the carpet before being put to bed*

I was just thinking the other day that most of my friends (the ones who've read and enjoyed Harry Potter, that is) identify strongly with either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. A couple have identified as Slytherins, and I think I might well be the only one who considers herself a Hufflepuff.

Then I realized that I always talk to the same people about this sort of thing, so I thought I would put the question more broadly to my flist, out of curiosity.

[Poll #1322214]

You never saw this entry, if anyone asks. ;)


I am thinking of heading out to Pointe Claire for the Harry Potter thing at Chapters. I've never attended one of these midnight launches, and I can't help but think that I would regret not going to at least one in my lifetime while I can.

I am sad that I don't have a child of the right age for this. Like owldaughter, I would love to creep into their room at 10pm and wake them up with an excited whisper to tell them that we were going on an adventure. I hope that when I do have children, there will be new opportunities like these to share with them.

I forgot my camera at home. I hope that, should I run into anyone I know at Chapters, that they will have photography equipment with them.


I found out something about my mother today, which I sadly can't share because she swore me to secrecy. I say "sadly" because I find this supposed secret absolutely hilarious (it's a ridiculous little thing, something 99% of people would never bother to keep secret), and I can't think why she's kept it a secret to this day. I look forward to the day when she'll come clean about the whole thing and we can laugh about it in public. She was relieved at my reaction, though, so at least that was good news. Maybe that will encourage her to tell the other person directly involved. That being said, I've been laughing to myself all day, and am bursting with the frustration of not being able to tell anyone.

Note to friends: don't tell me secrets if you can help it. It's not that I'll tell anyone, but I'll go crazy if it's a secret without a deadline. Surprise parties and presents are fine. Indefinite "never-let-anyone-know" secrets will drive me insane. :)

I have an action-packed weekend ahead of me. Tomorrow is Firefly and cooking with tcaptain, and Sunday is Mage with conscioussoul and TT who I don't think has a LiveJournal (yet).

I got myself a few free weights today at Canadian Tire, with the idea of getting into the habit of doing a series of reps every morning before I get started with my day. Updates as events warrant, I guess.

I am officially tired of being at work. It feels like this day has gone on forever, but I still have nearly two hours left before I can go home.

Also: Facebook is like crack. Useless, time-consuming crack.

Working at the Bank has perks: advance tickets to Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire on the seventeenth. w00t!

:::boogies:::

Okay. I'm attempting to be back. No guarantees, but the rock I've been under for a while is starting to feel a little cramped. :P

I'll be catching up as well as I can. If there's anything important you think I should see that happened in the last two weeks, do point me in that direction.

Otherwise, I read the latest Harry Potter yesterday. Sobbed through half of it, just like I did for Books IV and V, so no surprise there.

Had lovely day with luvenditti on Saturday, contended with passive-aggressive parental units on Sunday (which, of course, was my fault, but no surprises there either) in between reading Harry Potter, volunteering at my club, and finishing my re-reading of Dune once I'd got HP out of my system (sort of).

joane, you going to be online tonight? I have a ton of catching up to do with you. :)