Suddenly, completely tapped out. In that weird mode where I’m sleepy and hungry and defensive and sulky ALL AT THE ONCE. Maybe vaguely sick, I don’t know.
I think I’m giving up on trying something for Threadless. I still got some reading and etc. done tonight, though. The rest of this week is going to be WORK NIGHTMARE, and I have Dodge Jackson on Sunday, so everything is pretty packed.
Of course, I say that, but I’ll get home at noon tomorrow and have everything finished by five, if I actually feel like doing it.
My age-old fallback of “I’ll just go live in Wisconsin when things get too rough” is now out: I’ve learned that Wisconsin is unbearably cold. Time to make a new plan.
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FUN WITH PHONICS (brief boredom between Japanese chapters) and BESTFRENJENN:
doug dot nelson: yes, i know “psychosi” isn’t real.
jenn: psychoses
doug dot nelson: i know. mine’s better.
jenn: hehe
jenn: SY KO SY
doug dot nelson: hahahahhahahaha the japanese word for China is GOB’s chicken sound
doug dot nelson: “chu-go-koo-go!”
jenn: hahaha
doug dot nelson: “that’s not how a chicken sounds! CHICKENS DON’T CLAP!”
jenn: i ont feel so good
doug dot nelson: sicky? 
jenn: yeah.
doug dot nelson: lie downnn!
doug dot nelson: or drink the pink.
jenn: DRINK the PINK
doug dot nelson: i know, it’s totally catchy.
jenn: i like it. submit it to pepto bismol now.
doug dot nelson: i’ll have kids drinking pepto just to be cool.
doug dot nelson: “Pepto Is It!”
doug dot nelson: “Generation Pepto.’
Okay, weird family dinnertimenow.
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About to go off and play a FMLY GAME, but wanted to note something:
While bored out of my mind the other day, I figured out that I can count to a reasonably high number while carrying on a conversation, simply by visualizing the progressing numbers in black Akzindenz Grotesk on white. TRY IT (AG is my sans serif, but go with what works).
Try not to imagine the sounds of the numbers, think of something else entirely, make up a speech about it and count as you do so.
With a little practice, I found I could time things as I was talking, and even continue to count while yelling out entirely random numbers (as little sisters do while you’re trying to add up scores).
Much harder: Try counting back from ten while you count up from zero in your mind. Now, try fifteen. Now, twenty. I’m still working on twenty.
Let’s pretend this entire entry doesn’t exist, okay?
After game, I must come back and internet/loudly profess my interest in English umbrellas (igirisu no kasa)!
This is a good, good entry. I don’t like numbers much anymore, so I’m afeared to try your trick, but as an anxiety-ridden child in Montana I used to do mulitplication tables in my head as I fed the dog outside on -30 degree mornings “to make sure my brain was still alive.” Was pretty cold.
AND speaking of cold, I can’t believe THAT’S your reason for not wanting to move to WI.
Also, I wonder if you’re on an airplane right now.