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I have needed a loooooot of distraction over the last couple of weeks and have temporarily kind of run out of fanfiction (there's still Hobbit fanfiction out there, I've just gotten kind of fed up with it for the time being) (and then I read some Javert/Valjean from brodinson's recs on Tumblr, which was kind of funny because I had no idea what happened in Les Miserables before I read it, except that there was a big deal about some bread and Russell Crowe wore a uniform and everybody was miserable; but I ran out of those pretty quickly too, because it's not exactly a giant fandom, which is probably a good thing because I don't have a very big appetite for misery).

I haven't finished watching all of Ask This Old House, but when I feel anxious I usually feel too fretful for watching television, and also I don't want to run out of online episodes, since it seems there's no way to obtain any more of it, not even for money. (Also the shipping situation was getting a bit dire. As of 1½ weeks ago, I actually have a premise and a plot and several fragments of an imaginary slash story in my head, and it isn't even crack. It is debatable whether this is truly dire, of course, but I definitely was in mounting danger of actually trying to write drawerfic.)

So I have mostly been obsessively looking at shoe websites. I do this periodically anyway, obviously. But this time I've also been trying to shop for shoes for myself, and it isn't going well. I simultaneously DESPERATELY want some new shoes and can't make up my mind to buy even one single pair, because even if I have the money I have an internal limit for how much I'm willing to spend on a pair of shoes based on how much I'd actually wear them. Basically, I want every pair of shoes that I own to personally speak to me and that makes it hard to choose. It's working well as a distraction, but a compulsive vortex is an awkward place to be. I tend to forget to eat and drink.

I've managed to slog through the final month of Finnish class in spite of every day being way more torturous than usual, thanks to the fact that we can't really learn anything new so we've been reviewing stuff for the last module test. Our class size is 9 people now, and Asshole Who Always Complains Whenever He Has To Work or Speak is only there about half the time so it's pretty peaceful, but instead of making me exasperated the painfully obvious questions of my classmates are mostly making me sad. I am still irritated, of course, especially when Racist Girl is all 'I asked Cim the answer, and she didn't immediately tell it to me! She was just giving me HINTS!' OKAY FUCK YOU, NEXT TIME I WON'T HELP YOU AT ALL - but anyway. I've applied to a summer Finnish class and I've got the application for another two next fall, and all the arrangements have been made for another work practice placement in between. April and May I'll be working at a downtown after school program 7 hours a day.