i.e. nonsensical, but fun. It was, as my boss put it, the most expensive B-grade I've ever seen. ( I suppose these are technically spoilers. Pffffsnnrrrrk. )

I am pretty sure every vehicle in the film was stolen from either FFVII or Wall-E, though. And John Cusack can get some better cheekbones and come back to play Crowley any time, I am just saying.

On the bright side, hey, heat, seawater and time! You didn't even need that last continent!



Oh man, I was exhausted before the movie. I think I've slipped into over-tired now. Not yet awake enough for NaNo, though. We'll try again at 4am, eh?

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So I deduced, when I woke up properly about an hour and a half ago, that because the house was quiet and the air-conditioning was still on, it was probably about 9.30am and I could safely lie in bed reading for a little while without arousing anyone's wrath until my mother got home from her usual coffee shop jaunt around ten.

Turns out it was not about 9.30am, it was about 11am, and James had been supposed to get me up and tell me that we were headed to see Oopee and so I should get cleaning and also get ready to come along!

Completely ignoring that a) none of this had been mentioned the night before (as usual), and b) I had already mentioned that I had plans for early afternoon which did not involve being at Labrador.

One day, my mother will listen to anything I say at all. I don't care if it's 'I have already washed those' or 'that is a poisonous snake' - anything would do at this point. *facemash*

Anyway, so James is in trouble for not waking me up earlier, and I am in trouble for not psychically deducing that this Saturday would not be exactly like all Saturdays before it. This is what I get for being lulled into a routine.

In any case, things to do in the next few hours before Dad gets back to me about travelling to the distant reaches of Mt. Crosby:
- vacuum downstairs
- finish cleaning bathroom
- work up the nerve to use corrosive chemicals on the sink (Drano makes me fear for my hands and eyes, okay?)
- dry sheets
- wash darks
- hang darks
- wash towels
- pack small bag to take to Dad's place
- do NOT play Mario Kart
- do NOT sit around mooning over realestate.com
- do NOT watch The Road to El Dorado
- also do not take it to Dad's with you or you will never get it back from the children (I am an excellent big sister, I don't know what you're talking about)
- write NaNo only in ten minute blocks between chores

[EDIT] Also, man, I had the weirdest combination of dreams last night.

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I know sleeping know would be a monumentally bad move, but that doesn't make the bed look any less inviting. To stave that off, to do list:

- finish Wicked Gentlemen
- sketch Gaura of Gaura Vani and As Kindred Spirits
- list BPAL imps for Sonya
- take mum BPAL shopping, yay, yay, perfume
- write something, preferably coherently

[EDIT] So, I'm not finished Wicked Gentlemen yet, but I have to say - it's good, right, but it seems to suffer a persistent case of not quite rightness. As in, none of the phrases are quite as beautiful as they could be. The rhythm is off, the word isn't as precise as it should be... whatever, there's just this niggling sense that it needs to be rewritten and resoldered and given another six months in the bottom drawer. It's frustrating, because otherwise I'm really enjoying it, but I guess reading Sarah Monette almost exclusively for eighteen months has left me spoilt for gorgeous phrases.

[EDIT] Yeah, no, that book was little more than mush. Next!

Went to bed at about eight-thirty, went to sleep at about ten, halfway through Wicked Gentlemen. Woke up at 2.30am and couldn't get back to sleep. Oh, the glamour and perfection of my life.

Not feeling grand, but not feeling hideously ill, either, so in another bloody half hour when the first bus of the day goes past, I can finally go to work. Might leave when Isaac does today. My hours are getting more and more irregular. Sigh.

Today was good. Excellent, in fact - Chris and Isaac are both back and more or less healthy. I am home early because I can be, and also I am going to sleep right now.

I'm tired. I hurt. I'm trying to convince myself drawing is a good plan by means of what may constitute Depeche Mode abuse. Or I was until I found more Dissidia clips.

Dave Wittenberg does a damn fine Kefka in Dissidia. Although I have to say, I actually really like this version of Kuja's Trance. :3

Right. Okay. Uhhhh. Seriously, I cannot brain today. I have been having serious trouble, for obvious reasons that I... may or may not have explained. 2.5h sleep is not good for you! Neither is pain you cannot get rid of! Just in case you wondered.

Drawing. Right. Okay.

Feeling significantly less than overwhelmed this morning, which perhaps just makes me whelmed. Slept like the dead, which was a great relief.

An easily-accomplished list of tasks for the day:
- get dressed (yes, this is a goal)
- wash sheets
- dry sheets
- tidy room
- tidy desk
- tidy bathroom
- vacuum downstairs
- scene the rest of the first section of AtM
- chair hunt on the interwebs
- clean the shower
- train to Oxley by 5pm

After that, any and all hope of completing goals will be obliterated by the presence of children, so you know, I'm not even going to bother. I do want to try to write things this weekend, though.

In slightly different news, I am out of milk for my tea, and I think I need to complicate the fae side of the plot in AtM so Hiru doesn't show up at the beginning and then just... vanish for a few chapters. This could just involve little snapshots of his mother, hearing that Auberon has a new pet, working in the wards, but I'm not sure how to make that exciting and important other than, well, HIRU IS ON THE PAGE, OBVIOUSLY THIS IS VITAL STUFF. Well, I mean, it is important and exciting. But. Oh, I don't know what I mean. XD; Fail.

Being the youngest is hard. Particularly when I start trying to help people who are technically newer than me but know their way around computers in general and Linux in particular a fuck of a lot better than I do and are older by a good ten years. Because I do not want to patronise, but nor do I want to under-explain, and ashdfjdhf, this is why I am not a teacher, but we had that conversation the other night.

In short: I hope I was helpful and did not make anyone think either duh or *sob* today. Although tbh it's more likely to be the former. orz

Other things I did today:
- not-break shit!
- well okay there were broken things but they were not broken because of me, so that was okay XD
- lunched/moped with Rage
- made some good decisions re. errata
- learned some new things with which to make better decisions about errata in the future
- proved that I make WAY TOO MANY TEMPLATES/MANUALS FOR SELF
- finished my errata queue... and promptly volunteered to go through more. |D; WRONG MOVE.

Also? I slept for 7.5 hours last night. I'm not convinced going to bed out of sheer apathy is a good thing, mind, but it did the trick for one night.

Things I want to do tonight:
- read OFM3
- read Muun's stuff again and leave her comments of adoration
- not go to bed just because I don't care sufficiently about any of my other options

You would think I would be ready to crash right now, after 3.5h sleep at max. YOU WOULD BE SO, SO WRONG. I am all but bouncing off walls, mentally speaking. This is not how it is meant to work. I've been drawing. I think I need to go and... read that book about the lectures of Nobel Laureates or something, to put myself to sleep. Except I am not sure that would do it at this point, and I have more exciting things to read.

Unlike Rage, who has been forced to read Twilight, and now New Moon. AHAHAHAHAHA, IT SUCKS TO BE HER.

On the other hand, she can sleep. (Touché.)

*should really not communicate with people when this level of 8DDDD*

[EDIT] If I go in to work in a few hours I can leave when it's time for my appointment and crash then. This is logical, right? Right???

ME: Tadaimaaadnfdhasjkdf.
MUM: Oh, there you are. Home early!
ME: Home on time. :) I sleep nao.
MUM: You need to stop playing games at midnight.
ME: What?
MUM: I could hear you in there on your controller.
ME: Uh. Okay.
MUM: Blah blah sleep tea blah exercise hands blah blah boob reduction.
ME: Mmhmm. I'll be asleep on my desk.

And that, dear readers, is where I'll be. Long day was long.

One in the morning —
my neck hurts from this pillow
and I hate myself.

[EDIT] Wait, wait, I need a seasonal reference:

Shedding all my sheets
because the night is confused:
it's not Summer yet.

At this rate I'll have composed a full sestina by the time I get some shut-eye.

That at no point resembled sleep.

Wasn't tired at ten, so watched Sign of Four at last. Wasn't tired at half eleven when that finished, so read for a bit. Wasn't tired at half twelve, either, but had to be up, so turned out the light and slept reasonably quickly, only to dream about drinking coffee and wake up pretty permanently at about 3am. Should really just give up and become nocturnal officially.

Things Accomplished This Weekend:
- visiting
- cleaning
- Shadow Magic
- drawing for Tina's Birthday
- Sign of Four

Hours of Sleep: almost 9.

Fail: Less-Than-Epic thanks to Tina's birthday sketch. XD Hurrah!

Well, that wasn't enough sleep by any stretch of the imagination, but apparently excitement about Shadow Magic makes me sleep deeply when it finally happens, so I don't actually feel all that bad.

So despite having buckets of coke yesterday, I slept really, really well last night. I think because just before I passed out, I wrote, and really felt like I was writing rather than just... putting words down. It was good. I was too tired to keep it up for long, but I wanted to keep going. Paper in front of the keyboard for... probably half an hour, then climbed into bed to continue and couldn't keep my eyes open, though my mind was rearing to go. (I reached for my clipboard about five minutes after I turned the light off, and scribbled wildly. I think it was something about Thom but I can't remember what at the moment. Bless that clipboard.)

And... it's Thursday again! o.0 How does this keep happening?

why do you people let me read things it is one in the morning and i am weeping with laughter help

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I cannot deal with this morning thing I am exhausted still and I didn't sleep well and tonight I am at Dad's so crappy mattress and dead spine ahoy and afkjsdhfjsdf *just goes back to sleep forever*

But I have to clean the house, or there will be murder when mum gets back, djfadshjf.

[EDIT]

JED: There was one thing that brought us all together. Neil, Nathan and I were like best friends that day, remember guys?
NEIL: Best friends — HAH!
JED: I... thought we were friends. :(
NEIL: No, we were best friends, it was a good day — that's just how I laugh.
NATHAN: We really were best friends, Zack.
JED: ...I'm Jed.
NATHAN: :) And you always will be.

Work was pretty good today; got a lot of proofreading done. Like, probably in excess of 100 pages, which is nice. Still have no idea whether my document builds in their build system but y'know, whatever, unsupported. (Yes, this is going to be my answer to everything from now on — I'm taking a lesson from some of our more helpful engineers. XD)

The Hangover was actually reasonably entertaining! Well-written, I think, because I don't remember rolling my eyes at the writing, just at the stupidity. And even then, not a lot. There was some stuff that just... wasn't funny. Because, y'know. I don't get some kinds of humour. But a lot of it was. :D And Wyrr and I went shopping and although Daily Planet did not yet have Shin Petshop v5 (CRY) I did buy Lucifer v1-2, so I guess I'll be rereading Sandman at some point soon to prep myself for reading them.

Quote of the Day:
"You could not possibling be comprehensive of my– *giving up* –AWESOME."
~ teacupscientist

Now I have to somehow clean the house and pack for Dad's and stuff and... fffffffuuuuckthatshit. I'm goin' to bed. =_= 'm buggered.

Oh, right, and the reason for the icon: HP6 shinies came out today and Snape's bookshelves are my hot hot sex, just sayin', so this time, I mean this weekend, I'm rereading HBP. Because why read something new and exciting, or write?

[EDIT] Oh, and Megan (from HN) wants me to move in with her. This could actually be pretty okay. Cheap, safe, and close to the city — and her wage is lower than mine at the moment, so, uh, if she can do it, I can do it. Or something. XD I don't know! Thoughts? I'm still paying off surge-- FUCK, I FORGOT TO CALL PEOPLE. Monday. Monday. Fuck, someone remind me on Monday to call people with my credit card details. *facemash*

[EDIT] Dear Rave,
What the fuck sort of thought process is actual delighted relief at the thought, "I still have most of my money and I got paid today!"???? D: THAT IS NOT APPROPRIATE BRAINING. GO TO BED.
Love,
Rave.

Current results show that my mother is FULL OF CRAP.

Her: So, how'd you sleep?
Me: Well, it still took me hours to fall asleep. And I woke up a lot. And I was still awake when my alarm went off, so... exactly the same.
Her: Oh. Well, maybe it's something else then.
Me: REALLY DO YOU THINK DJFKSLFHS YOU ARE BETWEEN ME AND THE KETTLE.

We have a good relationship.

I was planning to get to work early today, but y'know, fuck it. I'm spending quality time with my mug.

Well, no one could rightly call that sleep. I think I lost consciousness a few times - mostly because I don't remember hearing the dryer stop - but I know I spent a decent portion of the night switching position irritably and swearing because it couldn't be time for the crows to start, not yet, not yet...!

So of course the first thing I get out of mum is, "So when are you giving up tea?"

Here is a hint: NEVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrjaflsdfajs.

Alternatively, OVER MY DEAD BODY.

I had five cups yesterday, which is not that excessive. I think it was the coke that pushed me over, and coke I can certainly go without. But tea? You are walking on thin ice with golf shoes. Seriously. You're bugfuck. Go away.

Hope Isaac is in today, or I'm going to have to pick up his projects. T_T; Meep.