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disconnected thoughts
20 Dec 2006 11:22 pmThe only good thing that happened at work today was the short episode in which I got to wave my hands like a lunatic and rave about how awesome Larklight is to a couple who were buying a present for a young niece or something. I got embarrassingly profuse in my praise. BUT WHATEVER. LARKLIGHT FTW. It was a nice change because, in the immortal words of Fran: I do sell a lot of wank, don't I? (A: yes)
Moved two more carloads of stuff home this evening. Man, I own so much shit.
Xmas cards should be going out tomorrow. So...the Aussies might get THEIRS on time? Yes, yes, I fail at life.
Claira is writing the most awesome real person lies EVER and I wish I had enough brainspace to produce anything but I think my Yuletide fic kind of sucked all of the words out of me. I was like this in the weeks following Benevolent Sibling and the Big Damn Crossover as well, I recall. It's a good sign because it means I produced something to be proud of, but I really do feel like writing right now and I have no woooooooords. Maybe I'll go and tap at that 50-sentences thing for a while, as it does not require anything more than transient moments of coherency.
What's up with you, flist?
Moved two more carloads of stuff home this evening. Man, I own so much shit.
Xmas cards should be going out tomorrow. So...the Aussies might get THEIRS on time? Yes, yes, I fail at life.
Claira is writing the most awesome real person lies EVER and I wish I had enough brainspace to produce anything but I think my Yuletide fic kind of sucked all of the words out of me. I was like this in the weeks following Benevolent Sibling and the Big Damn Crossover as well, I recall. It's a good sign because it means I produced something to be proud of, but I really do feel like writing right now and I have no woooooooords. Maybe I'll go and tap at that 50-sentences thing for a while, as it does not require anything more than transient moments of coherency.
What's up with you, flist?
