I fell asleep at some kind of reasonable hour last night. For some reason, the nightly tasks which usually take me an hour only took me a half an hour. Then I poked the internet for maybe half an hour and then fell asleep. I woke up again at noonish, and I don't even know what happened. Kevin reminded me that I had to go get license plates for his car, so I drove over there. I checked in and they told me to wait in my car and they'd text me when it was my turn. So I sat in my car for half an hour until I got a text. I told Kevin he had better appreciate me since I was spending so much time on his car. He countered with an offer to buy me dinner tonight.

Finally, it was my turn to go stand outside the building. The lady checking people in was clearly having a difficult time with a customer who kept saying "yes" and then not doing whatever was asked of her. Like
What are your initials?
Yes
Yes? what are your initials?
Yes
What is your name?
Yes.
IDK Maybe she didn't speak English, but she was seriously slowing down my chances of getting into the DMV. Eventually, I did get in, and I got license plates for Kevin's car, and they are even handicap plates. I came home.

I read LJ and DW and then played around with photoshop a little before Kevin started fussing about dinner. It was seriously like 2pm. But he said he could put in an order that would be ready at 4:30 and he wanted to do that right then. So I asked for Indian, since I said I would ask for Indian when I reached 25k for the month. He put in an order. Then the restaurant texted him and said they were out of something and canceled the entire order. He wound up looking through another dozen Indian restaurants without finding one that he was willing to eat at. I don't know what his problem is with Indian restaurants. He likes curry when I make it. But he said he wouldn't eat at any of them.

Then he said he just wanted a burger, and we wound up with burgers, but I was super disappointed because I just wanted Indian.

I had my book discussion with Zoe again today, and that went pretty well. The chapter we were reading was pretty short, and didn't have much information that we didn't already know from previous chapters. The author arrives in India and goes to a dalit village where they teach each other protest songs. Now we're already done with India (at least for now) and moving on to Nazi Germany.

So, after that, I started my reading. Dinner came after I did about half of it, and we ate that. Then I finished my reading. I managed to finish that plus a quick shower exactly at 7, which is when my write in started. I joined that and there were about 7 or 8 people in the voice chat room. We've been doing 15 minutes of talking and 15 minutes of writing over and over again.

I finished The Year 1000 and wrote the review of it for my website for the first sprint. It took me exactly 15 minutes to finish. Then I spent the second sprint fighting with my website, forgetting that I simply had to refresh it to see any changes, because it just loads the previous version even if you save a new version and hit reload again. You have to refresh within the browser instead of within the software. Which is kind of a stupid way to go about doing it.

The third and fourth sprint I actually worked on my novel and finally seem to be unstuck. All month I've been getting like 400 words on a 15 minute sprint but today I was at 750 or 800, so that's much better, and much closer to where I'm used to being on a sprint. Then the 5th sprint I started writing here, which I'm continuing to do even though the sprint is over.

Kevin has gotten a new video game, something about Vikings. He's actually sitting in the living room playing this and has been since I've been awake. He seems happy when he's in there, but as soon as he has to leave he's like yelling at cats and dogs and screaming "get out of my way!!!" and generally acting like a jerk. Now he's complaining because the castle in the video game is round, even though it's supposed to take place in the 900s. I mean, if you expect historical accuracy out of your video games, you're always going to be disappointed.

Tomorrow I have to either stay up to 7am or wake up by 8:30am to take my dogs to be groomed. I'm not sure which is worse at this point, since I've been sleeping fairly regular hours but not awake at any of those hours. I think I'll try to stay up and see what happens, but then I'm afraid of having to go pick them up in the middle of my sleep cycle and then I have a thing I can't miss without severe consequences at 6:30 I think. I really don't know which way is worse. This is why I put this off so much. I mean the dogs are fine, mostly, except Rogue needs the pads of her feet trimmed. I really don't want to do this, though. Actually if I go to bed at 7:30 I can sleep until 3:30, and that will be fine to come home at 4:30 and have dinner and do my WWP thing.

I touched my novel for the first time in 3 days today, which isn't so great, but also now I'm below needing 1000 words per day to finish, so I'm pretty much going to finish unless something catastrophic happens. Of course there are all kinds of catastrophic things that can happen, especially in a year with a pandemic, but I'm feeling pretty good about this nano thing. Plus I still have events to run where I should get a good number of words, and this should be fine. I may even over achieve.

My blood sugar is running high again, and I feel like I should double check that I'm actually taking all of my meds at the right times and everything. I guess I can look at the pharmacy website to see what I'm supposed to be taking, but I'm almost certain that I'm actually right. The only thing I can think is if I'm losing too much of the metformin when I cut it into pieces. But I literally can't swallow it otherwise. Maybe I can try just cutting it in half instead of quarters. I think that's probably my best bet. If I can swallow it. That would make it about the same size as the geodon, which I have about 75% luck with.

The write in ended at 10, but I'm still writing, I think. I don't know. Maybe I've said everything I need to say today. The AC just kicked on. In November. I really need this to not be the case, because I can't afford the electric bills to pay for my AC for another month. Also, it's really cold in here now.

The start of this hurricane keeps getting pushed back, and now it isn't supposed to hit until 9am tomorrow morning. It was supposed to hit at noon today, yesterday when I looked. I'm not sure if this means they still aren't sure of the path it is taking or whether it has slowed down.

I've pretty much given up on Hebrew. I can't learn it; I'm too stupid. Probably if they put the diacritical marks on so I knew what the words were supposed to sound like it would help a lot, or if they read the sentences aloud like they do on the Spanish and Russian lessons. But they don't, so it's just learning a bunch of squiggly lines and I can't do it.

I'm doing decently with Russian, however. I stopped doing the Spanish lessons because duolingo started charging to test out of a level, and I'm not willing to go through all the lessons one by one to figure out where I should be in this thing. But I'm still doing Drops in Spanish which is probably more what I should be doing for a language I'm pretty good at already but don't know what a lot of things are called.

I realized last night that I'm going to miss film club this week because it is Father's Day, so I took the films of the week off my list of to dos on habitica. That's fine - at least one of them was in Hebrew and I would have had to read the whole thing and I'm really getting tired of subtitles. I mean I know Jewish content in TV means a lot of Israeli shows, but aren't there anything in English or with dubbing available? *sighs* How about more documentaries? Everyone agreed that we liked the one documentary we watched. I'm sure you could find some of those? Anyway, it meant I didn't have anything pressing to do, so around 1am, I collapsed into bed and fell asleep. I don't think I did anything worth mentioning before then.

I woke up again at 10am having a nightmare in which I had managed to get on a plane and fly to Russia without a passport and I woke up when I was being tried as an illegal immigrant (which in Russia is subject to the death penalty for real so I was about to die when I woke up and was unable to get back to sleep).

I read LJ and DW and then tried, but failed, to take a nap. I got back up around noon and took my dogs for a walk. It was only about 72F and cloudy, so it was really pleasant. Alas, it was probably the last pleasant day we'll have until September. Nothing is coming up for the rest of this month, and next month the average high is around 89F every day. I guess it's about time for me to start up with my yearly pleas to Kevin to allow us to move to Alaska. He usually counters by offering Colorado, but it gets hot in Colorado too (just not for as long into fall or spring). I'd accept Colorado.

I did all of my reading. Then the internet went out for 4 hours, and for inexplicable reasons also wasn't working on my phone. I finished both Daisy Jones and the Six and The Girl with the Louding Voice. Then I read an extra couple chapters of The Story of English in 100 Words.

Then I finished making the chiton I had started to hand stitch in January and decided I should just machine stitch by February. It probably would have been done long before now if I had simply continued hand stitching it, but now it is done, other than the fact that I lost the brooches that go on the shoulders and had to buy a new set. It's fine; I need several sets so I'll have this new set for this outfit and eventually I'll find the old set and it will go with another chiton. I think this makes 4 chitons that I own, which means I need 3 more for Pennsic assuming that I'll also make some chemises I can wear and that I'll wear armor a good bit of the time. Really, once I convinced myself to start it took half an hour to finish the thing, and I don't know why I was so procrastinatey on the thing. I could be done by now if I had done one chiton a month since I bought the machine.

Kevin found out why he has tomorrow off. Apparently his boss has decided to make Juneteenth an annual company holiday. So that's cool of them. He knew it was Juneteenth but didn't put it together as the reason for the holiday until his boss confirmed it. So I may see if I can pressure Kevin into watching a movie with me tomorrow since he wants to start gaming on our actual anniversary, and Sunday is Father's Day.

Around 5:30 Kevin was like "is dinner almost ready?" And I had to swear because I had utterly forgotten about dinner. I offered to make mac and cheese because that literally takes 20 minutes as opposed to an hour and a half for the meal I had planned to make. Kevin offered that he had a coupon for Jimmy John's that expired today so we may as well use it. We did that. I ended up having texture issues with the sandwich and I'm not sure why. This is the exact thing I eat all the time, but today I had texture issues with it. I put half of it away to see if I could eat later. But then when I took my meds, I gagged on that, too, so I haven't tried eating again yet.

The internet came back on and I got into an argument my general position in which was "if racial discrimination is bad then racial discrimination is bad." I'm not sure how much of the ensuing argument was because SnoopFrog's native language is German and she was trying to argue in a foreign language and how much was just ridiculous, but she kept trying to convince me that as a Jew I should, in fact, be wary of her because she's German, and the trauma of the Holocaust should keep all Jews wary of Germans in perpetuity.

Speaking of the Holocaust, Jesus Fuck. The Trump campaign literally isn't even trying to pretend they're not Nazis anymore. They literally used the red triangle that nazis used for communists in concentration camps. Then their statement was exactly 14 words long, and they referenced the number 88. The only thing they could do to be more obvious is outright hang a nazi flag over his face! Since I've been asked "14 words" is a statement by Hitler used by the neonazis to sum up their position, and 88 - H is the 8th letter of the alphabet and 88 is HH or Hail Hitler. Both numbers are commonly used in tattoos and other methods of identifying each other amongst the neonazis.

Anyway, I was so wrapped up in my argument with SnoopFrog that I forgot to go to the SCA meeting or the rapier discussion tonight. Maybe it's fine. I could use a day without other people sometimes.

I decided that I'm still using Duolingo to learn Hebrew, and I'm using drops on the computer to learn Hebrew, but I'm using drops on my phone to learn more Spanish vocabulary. I may see if I can learn more than one language on duolingo, too, but there's already a lot of that. Since Victor decided to focus on French, I don't really have anyone to speak Spanish with. Not that I have anyone to speak Hebrew with but at least I hear that spoken regularly? Considering picking up Russian, too, I'm just worried about confusing it with Hebrew. I think I'm good enough at Spanish to actually communicate thoughts by now, so I may write something in my lj entries in Spanish on an occasional basis. I don't know. I wonder if I can install drops on my iPad and use it to learn some Russian vocabulary? I'd have to combine that with duo since duo teaches grammar and drops only teaches vocabulary.