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rynneHoly shit.
Someone wants to translate one of my stories into Hungarian. Hungarian, of all things.
This makes two fics that people have wanted to translate, and I am absolutely amazed, flabbergasted, and flattered.
And I just realized that the person I'm training to code is--I think--from Australia, and therefore what is afternoon on Friday to her is Thursday night to me. So apparently I am doing training tomorrow rather than Friday.
*NERVOUS*
Last night, I apparently fell asleep while reading, at two am, with all the lights on and in my clothes. I woke up this morning and the lights were off. I am not knowing what happened. But right now I'm not caring because I'm tired, and I should probably get used to going to bed early anyway.
Preparation for getting up at six every weekday, starting Monday.
...I feel the doom.
I also have the strange urge to write a songfic to the Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkle. I will resist. I will. I don't even like songfics...
Five gmail invites still cry out for a home. They pine for it, I tell you! They shall wibble and weep and wail if not given a good one. Adopt a gmail invite! Just tell me you want one and give me a viable email address and first and last name (doesn't have to be a real first and last name) so I can fill out the forms, and then you'll have your very own gmail account to take home with you.
Now I think I shall go to bed, still on a high from how someone wants to translate one of my fics into Hungarian...
Someone wants to translate one of my stories into Hungarian. Hungarian, of all things.
This makes two fics that people have wanted to translate, and I am absolutely amazed, flabbergasted, and flattered.
And I just realized that the person I'm training to code is--I think--from Australia, and therefore what is afternoon on Friday to her is Thursday night to me. So apparently I am doing training tomorrow rather than Friday.
*NERVOUS*
Last night, I apparently fell asleep while reading, at two am, with all the lights on and in my clothes. I woke up this morning and the lights were off. I am not knowing what happened. But right now I'm not caring because I'm tired, and I should probably get used to going to bed early anyway.
Preparation for getting up at six every weekday, starting Monday.
...I feel the doom.
I also have the strange urge to write a songfic to the Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkle. I will resist. I will. I don't even like songfics...
Five gmail invites still cry out for a home. They pine for it, I tell you! They shall wibble and weep and wail if not given a good one. Adopt a gmail invite! Just tell me you want one and give me a viable email address and first and last name (doesn't have to be a real first and last name) so I can fill out the forms, and then you'll have your very own gmail account to take home with you.
Now I think I shall go to bed, still on a high from how someone wants to translate one of my fics into Hungarian...
