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Grr. Arg.
And so, after pestering me for almost a week whilst I was supposed to be writing Siobhan's fic, my Christmas fic has suddenly lost interest in me and is refusing to be written. I think there's something about deadlines that freezes the creative juices.
So meanwhile, Subaru and Kamui leap around screaming WRITE US! WE'RE PRETTY! AND WE ANGST! WHEE!
In other news, I helped at the NYSF working bee today, lugging shopping trolleys full of pillowcases and jumpers to and from the UC residencies and generally being worked like a slave under the blazing sun. All of us students spent our free time, what there was of it, bitching about the supervisor and planning a pool party.
So not used to that much exercise at a time.
*collapses*
<--- updating with Gabriel icon. Gabe suits my mood right now.
So meanwhile, Subaru and Kamui leap around screaming WRITE US! WE'RE PRETTY! AND WE ANGST! WHEE!
In other news, I helped at the NYSF working bee today, lugging shopping trolleys full of pillowcases and jumpers to and from the UC residencies and generally being worked like a slave under the blazing sun. All of us students spent our free time, what there was of it, bitching about the supervisor and planning a pool party.
So not used to that much exercise at a time.
*collapses*
<--- updating with Gabriel icon. Gabe suits my mood right now.