In which my needs are simple

So it has been Thursday for about four days in a row now, and I’m pretty sure today is actual Thursday despite the three Thursdays that preceded it, which means that tomorrow ought to be actual Friday, meaning that when I get home from work tomorrow I can sleep.

Objectively speaking, it has been a decent week, but every day this week has featured some sort of little piece of tiring nonsense other than, like, my usual life— today was paying a ton of bills for my parents during my prep period, then returning some medical equipment, finding out only half of it was in the box, and having to go make a second run for the rest of it– and I am tired. I will make it through next week, and I actually have some plans for Winter Break that ought to be interesting if I can get to them, but right now … I wanna watch cartoons and eat ice cream.

I'm tired

Actually went back to work on Wednesday after over a week of Hell Bronchitis, so today and yesterday have been low on brain cycles once I’ve survived the day and gotten home.

That said: when your youngest cat circumvents your carefully laid plans to properly and safely introduce her to your newest, middle cat by racing around you and into the kitchen where New Cat is moseying around spreading his odors about, the introduction could go worse than Baby Cat doing her damnedest to turn into a spitting, hissing mess in a desperate attempt to get attention from the other cat, who quite clearly could not care even the tiniest bit less that she was in the room with him.

It was sort of hilarious, honestly.

This is the week that never ends

This … hasn’t been a bad week, exactly? I mean, Monday was kinda rough, but other than that things have gone pretty smooth, and even somewhat positively? But this is like the third day in a row that I was somehow convinced just absolutely had to be Friday, and yet somehow none of them have been Friday so far, and now that Friday is supposedly actually tomorrow I’m not at all convinced that it’s really going to happen.

In other news, this is how Pete Buttigieg eats a cinnamon roll:

And, like, I already went through the weird soul-searching why the hell does it matter to me that Pete Buttigieg doesn’t eat cinnamon rolls right thing on Twitter, followed immediately by why do I live in a world where this is something I even have to know about, followed by what is life, but fuck it the picture’s funny and the dude is still my mayor for another couple of months (Pete’s dweeby little handpicked successor won, roughly 63-37, I believe) so I still get to make fun of him if I want.

I’m tired, dammit, and I still have a big pile of grading to do tonight. So it’s absolutely time to play video games now.

A random Sunday blogwanking note

I’m currently closing in on my millionth word written on this blog and my three thousandth post. I should find a way to finagle it so that they both happen on the same day.

… and then absolutely nothing will happen, except that I’ll have managed a weird nerd double-goal, but hey, it’ll feel cool to me.

This will never, ever work

I have a scene from a movie stuck in my head.

Well, no, that’s not quite true. I have a tiny fragment of a movie stuck in my head.

I have two words from a movie stuck in my head, and they are in a foreign language, and it may not actually be from a movie, and I don’t know what the movie is.

So here’s the deal: I think the movie is in black and white, although it might just be dark and sorta monochrome in the scene. Probably the latter, honestly. The character– a man, and no, I can’t remember a single other thing about him– is delivering a short speech, at least partially in German, and I feel like it’s meant to be somewhat of a surprise that the character speaks German.

The last two words of the speech– and the little fragment that’s stuck in my head– are the words “Ich nicht,” which means “not me,” or “I don’t.”

I kinda feel like there’s at least a chance that it’s from Inglorious Basterds, because there’s definitely some German in that, but it’s not black and white and it’s also not an older movie, and I sorta feel like this is also an older movie, although maybe it’s just set in 1945.

Memory working like it does, it’s also possible that this isn’t a movie at all, and it’s a scene from a TV show or something, but I’m pretty sure it’s a movie.

Helllllllllllllp.