Mais vous êtes un ananas

No end to work. I take off work in order to do more work, or work more to get money with which to do more work. Something in my life has gone terribly wrong. Hopefully I'll get a good film out of it, or maybe two good films if I can pull it together. But the strain means I'm not doing either of my jobs at full capacity. I don't think anyone else notices, but I notice.

Studying Italian has had the odd effect of improving my French. I thought it would mix me up, but instead everything's settled comfortably into place. I still wouldn't trust me with any serious translation, but I'm more willing to enter a basic conversation than I might be.

Meanwhile, weird handedness issues, where when I write with my right hand I feel as though I'm writing with my left hand, only much better than I usually write with my left hand. My brain is Up To Something and I'm not sure I like it.