i spent five hours today translating a scientific paper on psychiatry from norwegian, which i don't actually speak but which is almost 100% mutually comprehensible with swedish, into english. ( astonishingly exhausting yet astonishingly fun. conclusion - why didn't i know how much i love translation? )
we also spent about four hours shopping for a dress to fit wax, who has double-D breasts but is not proportionately fat, so dresses never fit her. not surprisingly, nothing fit her, although this one cocktail-length bronze satin formal dress came tantalisingly close. and was really hot. sadly it would have been impossible to alter, and the fabric store was heartbreakingly devoid of sufficiently similar patterns. on the plus side i wrote a tiiiiiiiiiny bit of tezuryo when i was waiting for her in the coffeeshop. ♥
and the jyousei shounen arc is DELIGHTFULLY full of inui and fuji being jointly and independently awesome and semi-omniscient, and talking to each other, and just. omg. i think i will die if i can't have a shirt that says OH, YOU THINK SO TOO... FUJI? so much love.
we also spent about four hours shopping for a dress to fit wax, who has double-D breasts but is not proportionately fat, so dresses never fit her. not surprisingly, nothing fit her, although this one cocktail-length bronze satin formal dress came tantalisingly close. and was really hot. sadly it would have been impossible to alter, and the fabric store was heartbreakingly devoid of sufficiently similar patterns. on the plus side i wrote a tiiiiiiiiiny bit of tezuryo when i was waiting for her in the coffeeshop. ♥
and the jyousei shounen arc is DELIGHTFULLY full of inui and fuji being jointly and independently awesome and semi-omniscient, and talking to each other, and just. omg. i think i will die if i can't have a shirt that says OH, YOU THINK SO TOO... FUJI? so much love.