I always thought I'd be a grown up when I grew up

I swear, Renji can take my mind off anything.

Anyway, watching subtitled anime rather than dubbed is *interesting*. I'm starting to notice whether characters use "ore" or "boku", for a start, and am picking up all sorts of random words. Turns out that "mamoru" (*coughs* and looks at daegaer) means something along the lines of "protect" or "guard". Eeeenteresting.

I had to get up at 7am this morning. I actually did get up at 8am this morning. It isn't civilised, I tell you. Any sensible person would wait til the world had warmed up a bit (say, until 10.30) and then stay up late to make the most of the residual heat being radiated from a planet that had spent 9 hours or so being heated up by the sun.

I've been steadily tidying up my LJ tags to merge those with only one use into existing more common ones. My life appears to be mainly grupming about work and men (and yes, this is another one). I need to get out more.

Got all Inspired for another WK fic last night (by Don Henley - I'm so rock 'n' roll, me). Can't quite think how to start it though. It has the potential to be An Epic, or alternatively tiny. Am also being given Bad Ideas by wk_100's latest challenge ("Trapped"). No, really; when I say "bad", I mean "claw your brian out and stomp on it".

No further progress on Branching Out, either in RED or ORANGE. I have, however, knitted 15" of Wavy. It looks like a translucent tortoiseshell cat's tummy. The wiggly ribbing is starting to show up, though not as clearly as in the picture on knitty.com; that's what I get for knitting it out of fairy sheep instead of DK.

Well, we got the necessary done by 7pm, and Manager's #1 child is being part of Background Scene for a tv series on monday, so I don't need to be in on Monday either.

Considering it worked out at only a 46 hour week, I'm exhausted. Mind you, a normal week is only 30 across 4 days.

I'm too braindead even to watch Buffy (season 2, borrowed from snapesbabe) so I'm engaging in a futile search for WK fanfic that doesn't treat Farfarello as a retarded near-animal only capable of saying a couple of sentences, or YnM fic that doesn't appear to have been written by 12 year olds who believe that "and they kissed and it was All Better!!!" is an acceptable resolution to a page-long story about two mortal (immortal? whatever) enemies. But maybe I struck lucky in finding daegaer, mami_san and lady_jaida at the outset.

And I'm putting together a "So beautiful it hurts" playlist. Does anyone have any ideas what I should put on it? It's not necessarily a maudlin feeling-sorry-for-myself list; more things that can take my mind off almost anything else, like Hallelujah (kd lang), Possession (Sarah McLachlan), My Immortal (Evanescence) and Father & Son (Cat Stevens). Go on; inspire me.

I came home last night to 4 hairballs scattered about the house, several feathers, a pile of feathery catsick, and about 75% of a sparrow.

I picked up the partsparrow by its remaining wing, and threw it out of the front door into the bushes. I missed thhe incoming Avon lady by a couple of feet. *Headdesks*

And then, to add insult to injury, I couldn't whinge about it on LJ.

On the other hand, I found several WK vids on youtube and snagged some nice screencaps :)