I came home today, from a stupid day at work. 1) I don't actually know German. 2) I was asked just to look at a bunch of German cards for game mechanic elements.
I ended up dredging up vocabularies long since deserted. Found a bunch of errors that were great or small - great ones sucked, because that meant the process was flawed. Small ones, because it meant they had to wonder if it was a situation to resolve, or let it slide.
Almost a 10-hour day. I came home to huge amounts of fucking clutter. I can try to imagine lesser amounts, but, no. (Roommate's parents are ditching all of their stuff. Combined with his packrat ways.) I need to just tell my roommate that I'm moving out at the end of next month. (I want him to move out, so I have more space, not have to move, and keep the cheap rent, but the only way I accomplish that is by being a bastard.)
Drink!
I ended up dredging up vocabularies long since deserted. Found a bunch of errors that were great or small - great ones sucked, because that meant the process was flawed. Small ones, because it meant they had to wonder if it was a situation to resolve, or let it slide.
Almost a 10-hour day. I came home to huge amounts of fucking clutter. I can try to imagine lesser amounts, but, no. (Roommate's parents are ditching all of their stuff. Combined with his packrat ways.) I need to just tell my roommate that I'm moving out at the end of next month. (I want him to move out, so I have more space, not have to move, and keep the cheap rent, but the only way I accomplish that is by being a bastard.)
Drink!
robsilver:
I hope you don't mind me posting here, but I've just set up a group for glam or sleazy punk fans and I though you might like to take a lookglam and sleaze at SG