ZOMG. *clutches heart* ZOH. MAH. GOD. *ded*
mostly metrics
Everyone else in this part of the world is currently curled up watching the season finale of Doctor Who, which I am not watching because we’ve just moved and can’t afford to get cable yet. *headdesk* So instead, I’m finishing up my words for the day, and trying to remember the eighty-three things I’ve been meaning to blog about. Apparently none of them are actually worth remembering, which is kind of sad. So I guess it’s mostly metrics today, and then I’m going to go re-watch more of series 1…
gah.
I just had one of those “Oh god, I’ve lost it all,” moments, when my writing computer sort of took a breath on start-up, and quietly shut down again. It booted properly the second time–and, in fact, I’d have lost maybe two chapters of work at most anyway–but you can bet your sweet tush that I have made a backup of Nook and stored it in two, soon to be three, different locations. *heart palpitations* Ted got up at 8. I thought I’d rolled over and he’d come back upstairs…
a somewhat schizophrenic entry
/Pádraig rang this morning to let us know our friend /Frank Darcy died early today, which was not surprising news, but which was very sad to hear indeed. I’d spoken with his brother on Monday, after texting Frank, and had been told he’d slipped into a deep coma from which he was not expected to awaken, so … yeah. Not surprising, but very sad. We expect we’ll go into Dublin Friday morning for the funeral mass (I think probably it’s fairly traditional for the Irish to attend the removal, as…
early morning blog entry
This is my early morning “warm up the fingers before I start the real writing” blog entry, where “early morning” means about 9:30, which really isn’t very early at all. And it won’t be posted until sometime tonight when I go over to my parents’ house to use their internets. Not the point. *squinchy face* It boggles my little mind in a turrible way that today is the first of July, and the second half of the year has begun. It’s been an extremely chaotic half-year, and I wouldn’t mind…