O.O

Holy 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...