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wailing from the uni computer lab
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I think I should get some kind of prize for spending my Australia Day doing the following:
- editing my BSG fic, which I have now decided made it WORSE and it is EVEN MORE SHITE than it was before and oh gods I just want to burn it on the altar of my own stupidity, but I'm going to take another look at it tonight and ruthlessly rewrite large sections*
- going for a run in the blistering heat and totally re-buggering up my Achilles tendon, which was just recovering nicely
- making Generic Tomato-y Pasta Sauce for dinner
- playing poker and Hearts at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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No camping out on the lawns of Parliament House watching Russell Crowe's band play for five minutes in between interminable awards and speeches. No barbeques or beer. No Triple J, but that's because I forgot.
It's not antipatriotism. We'll call it apatriotism. Like amorality.
And now I am off for coffee, a morning of data entry (OH FUN) and then taking the joy to the people, otherwise known as bearing down uponryokophoenix with the second half of BSG.
(*Ji, hon - feel free to rip into it, and I'll take everything under consideration when editing. I think the heat did something to my sense of appropriate metaphor. Perhaps ENTIRELY DISSOLVED IT. Sorry.)
I think I should get some kind of prize for spending my Australia Day doing the following:
- editing my BSG fic, which I have now decided made it WORSE and it is EVEN MORE SHITE than it was before and oh gods I just want to burn it on the altar of my own stupidity, but I'm going to take another look at it tonight and ruthlessly rewrite large sections*
- going for a run in the blistering heat and totally re-buggering up my Achilles tendon, which was just recovering nicely
- making Generic Tomato-y Pasta Sauce for dinner
- playing poker and Hearts at
izumihydra'sNo camping out on the lawns of Parliament House watching Russell Crowe's band play for five minutes in between interminable awards and speeches. No barbeques or beer. No Triple J, but that's because I forgot.
It's not antipatriotism. We'll call it apatriotism. Like amorality.
And now I am off for coffee, a morning of data entry (OH FUN) and then taking the joy to the people, otherwise known as bearing down upon
ryokophoenix with the second half of BSG.(*Ji, hon - feel free to rip into it, and I'll take everything under consideration when editing. I think the heat did something to my sense of appropriate metaphor. Perhaps ENTIRELY DISSOLVED IT. Sorry.)
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Speaking of whom... I have a small background type question when you are available again. Am trying to meld 3 different canons and feel I am on a steep inward spiral that will soon end badly. We will see. :]
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