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Gaulish Swears...

So my previous queueing system decided to die. Without warning. And now I'm back to putting them in five minutes apart. Like a doof.

I hurt my wrists by doing all my creative projects, yesterday. I have learned, again, the perils of writing too much, too fast.

Any never to give my wrists a breather, I am using speech to text. It is, as always, very entertaining. Especially for anybody in peanut gallery.

Beloved saw my ranting, and though we haven't talked about it, I feel that there is some peace that has been achieved. At least they tried to eat some of last night's soup.

Sadly, the morning schedule demanded that Beloved leave before actually eating any. So I had it from my breakfast.

There's a critter breakout at Chaos' school, so I'm on full watch anything crawling through her hair. As you can guess, it's a pain in my arse. And so is this dictation software.

Wish me luck, because I am definitely going need it today.