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I was late with the rent but I never say die.

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Actually the Powers-That-Be seem determined to force me into a very early bankruptcy, but still I soldier onward. In between feeling rather helpless, frustrated, and certain that my life is inexorably fucked, I'm mostly pretty satisfied, mostly because at least I'm busy. It's like that even though there will be no end to the things I fuck up—because there totally won't—but so long as I have something to move on towards, I at least won't have time to dwell on them.
In somewhat related news, I have yet to apply for my visa, and I'm also sucking at school.
I've spent the last couple days researching Middle English and Old English. Mostly I'm focusing on Old English, because I find it pretty fascinating, but mostly I'm bitter that we lost our case system and now I'm completely unable to do declinations in any other language at all. Here's what Old English looks like: "Swæ feawa hiora wæron ðæt ic furðum anne anlepne ne mæg geðencean be suðan Temese ða ða ic to rice feng. Gode ælmihtegum sie ðonc ðætte we nu ænigne onstal habbað lareowa. Ond for ðon ic ðe bebiode ðæt ðu do swæ ic geliefe ðæt ðu wille, ðæt ðu ðe ðissa woruldðinga to ðæm geæmetige swæ ðu oftost mæge, ðæt ðu ðone wisdom ðe ðe God sealde ðær ðær ðu hiene befæstan mæge, befæste." That is gnarly, to use some more outdated vernacular, there.
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Þe borȝ brittened and brent to brondeȝ and askez,
Þe tulk þat þe trammes of tresoun þer wroȝt
Watz tried for his tricherie, þe trewest on erthe:
Hit watz Ennias þe athel, and his highe kynde,
Þat siþen depreced prouinces, and patrounes bicome
Welneȝe of al þe wele in þe west iles.
What is that, even.
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