call to see if class has been rescheduled and to where
go to the store and get cold medicine
clean the kitchen
- walk the dog
feed the cats
- figure out something for dinner
- turn this computer *off* and *write*
OML, they had Dole peaches in light syrup at the store. I don't think I've ever wanted peaches so badly in my life. And OMG do they taste good. I should've gotten two. *tud*
After half an hour of solitaire, I went downstairs, made banana bread, turned on the Dana, and wrote 1200 words. Apparently I needed a change in location (and a lack of solitaire). I think I'll bring the Dana with me (I'm going to have to name that thing) to class tonight so I have something to work on at the train station after class.
Having written 1200 words on it, my observations are mostly that it would probably be good to learn to use the right-hand shift key as well as the left-hand one (typically I use the left-hand shift key and hit the space bar with my right thumb exclusively), because (most especially because) the " key is above the 2, which is standard on European keyboards but which is weirder than hell to me. Anyway, my left wrist is pinchy from trying to finagle the already-too-small (to my mind) left-hand shift key and the bizarrely placed quote key, so I'm gonna have to learn to hit shift with my right pinky. It's very soft-touch, so I expect that wouldn't trigger the ulnar nerve problem. I hope. We'll see. :)
The entire thing would also probably be made easier if I were typing on a table instead of on my lap, but overall, I'd say it works pretty well. I type faster than the keys are currently set to respond to (gotta fix that), so I prdiclygt sntences thtlook likeths, but overall, pretty good.
I have just exactly enough head cold to be very, very runny-nosed without actually feeling particularly bad. I can't decide if this is a good or a bad thing.
In about twelve seconds my bright perkiness from walking home is going to wear off and I'm going to remember I've got a cold and collapse like a collapsy thing, but right now I'm all O.O and awake.
Class was good. The verb conjugations I never learned satisfactorily in high school (primarily nosotros/vosotros) did not, somehow, in the past sixteen years, magically clarify themselves in my mind, and still kick my ass. I must remember to *study*. I must not put studying off until tomorrow every single day. I must take an hour in the evenings and actually *do homework*, not that there really is any. But part of the reason I want to take a Spanish class is to actually learn those things which I did not learn in high school, so I have to *study*!
Got about an hours' writing done at the train station/on the train, so I ended the day with like 2700 words. I'm in the middle of a scene that's not going to last much longer, but I think I know what's happening next (there's something fairly obvious that needs to happen) and that scene might give me the setup to get to the end of the chapter, where the last element of doom comes in so everything can go steamrollng toward the end. :)
Oogh. Ok, the cold just came rolling back in. I feel all o.O now. I think I better go to bed.
miles to Isengard: 291.5
ytd wordcount: 320,200