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changelingEverytime I think I have reached the depths of my hate and excruciating boredom with the maps for this bird book, I sink a little deeper. It's like an unpleasant sexual metaphor that I'm not even going to type out.
Steph just remarked on how crazy I am (due to a highly entertaining conversation that neither of us can remember, despite the fact that it only took place five minutes ago, but man, it was funny) and asked if I'm like this every day when I'm home by myself. The answer is, at least when working on this book, yes. Yes I am.
She looked over my shoulder at the book whose maps I'm scandalously ripping off.
"Which one are you doing?"
I pointed at a map, then glanced over at the bird accompanying it. Brown Falcon. Which is fine, and man, more power to the Brown-falconites. Except I'm meant to be working on the Nankeen Kestral, the entry below that one. And I've been working on the wrong map for three hours today. And, in fact, I worked on the wrong map for an hour yesterday.
I have no words for my anguish.
And now, Steph's contribution to this post: pants!
Steph just remarked on how crazy I am (due to a highly entertaining conversation that neither of us can remember, despite the fact that it only took place five minutes ago, but man, it was funny) and asked if I'm like this every day when I'm home by myself. The answer is, at least when working on this book, yes. Yes I am.
She looked over my shoulder at the book whose maps I'm scandalously ripping off.
"Which one are you doing?"
I pointed at a map, then glanced over at the bird accompanying it. Brown Falcon. Which is fine, and man, more power to the Brown-falconites. Except I'm meant to be working on the Nankeen Kestral, the entry below that one. And I've been working on the wrong map for three hours today. And, in fact, I worked on the wrong map for an hour yesterday.
I have no words for my anguish.
And now, Steph's contribution to this post: pants!