So, as a follow-up to yesterday's horrified weep-rant, I have NO NEWS... on the other hand, I found out that I made a slight mistake on a MASSIVE translation... it's not the biggest of mistakes, but it's a rather unfortunate one. Being the ethical IDIOT that I am, I just sent an email informing my client of the mistake. I just got a response and there's nothing anyone can do abou tit at this point. At least it's not a REAL mistake... just a silly error of interpretation.... Has no one, REALLY NO ONE, invented a time machine yet??? I would DEFINITELY be interested in investing! Anyone? Yes? No? Dust?
In other news, the Husband's graphic palette has given out, with 5 weeks left to finish his comic book... we ordered a new one and it's supposed to get here tomorrow, but, due to UPS having put it on the wrong plane, it could get here Monday instead. That's another real bummer. The French say that bad things happen in threes (Americans say it, too, but the French really believe it)... so I think we've had our three, right? Unless the Husband needs three and I also HAVE TO HAVE THREE??? I like to think not.
Actually, I vomited two nights ago, as a precursor to (and perhaps the weakening cause of) the HORRIBLE email sending. Could that count as one of the three? I'm not so sure, because, in sick manner of modern Western woman, despite feeling awful after vomiting, some creepy little part of me, very deep down, thought, "Maybe I'll lose an extra pound..." and I did. So, it's not all bad, so it can't count towards the "bad things happen in threes" rule... oh, what sick puppies we are!!!! And I know I'm not the only one.
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