Far too fucking crabby to expose other humans to my nonsense tonight. Starting a book about Emmett Till and then doing my mandatory child abuse training tonight may have been a bit too much for a Sunday night.
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The only real development today: got my seasonal flu and Covid shots, both in the same arm, so I will be able to sleep on my side tonight but tomorrow will be fun. Back to the book. Whee!
Nothing tonight
Woke up at 6:00 in the morning and couldn’t get back to sleep, and the day has been spent with finishing a book and taking naps, some intentional, some not. A book review or two tomorrow, maybe.
Not even gonna pretend
Taking tonight off. Enjoy your Saturday.
EDIT: Ten minutes after posting this, I took out Yagyu Jubei. Who wants to touch me?
Not tonight
I got a bit over six and a half hours of sleep last night, woke up at 5:30, went back to bed at 9:30, and slept until 1:30. I currently feel like pan-roasted crap, it’s 7:30, and I think I’m going back to bed now.
Be nice.
In which I invoke Dad Privilege
It’s my day, so if I wanna take it off, I’m gonna.
See y’all tomorrow.
In before the power goes out
We are expecting cataclysmic rain for the next couple of days, and I’m genuinely wondering if I’m about to get another power-outage day off from summer school. Tonight should be manageable, but Wednesday genuinely looks horrifying, and I’m not even in the part of the state that’s going to get hit the hardest, although I will be if the storm track shifts northward even just a little bit.
I spent— brace yourself— the entire afternoon watching the World Cup, and liveblogging the entire thing, so if such a thing might entertain you feel free to head over to my Bluesky account. In accordance with my entire life history, both of the teams I supported lost. I started off neutral on the Norway-Iraq match, but for some reason my allegiances shifted quickly once the match actually started.
Anyway, not a ton else going on right now. I finished Monika Kim’s Molka, and if you liked her first book you will like this one. Maybe not quite as much as The Eyes Are The Best Part— the book is essentially telling two stories at once and they don’t knit together as well as I’d like— but still pretty solid.
I should be in bed
Weirdly crabby and tired, and I don’t have any words in me at the moment. If you happen to have any control over the weather, aim a couple of tornadoes at the White House for me.