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Dec. 3rd, 2004 06:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeFluffy! Write! *in tones of 'Aziz! Light!'*
Or, you know, either way. Because I just realized I have game tonight and then scary 12 hour Shadowrun game tomorrow night that doesn't let me get home till 6 am. So I'm not going to be sending stuff out nearly as soon as I thought. But. Yes! Write. Or I will finish the story and send it out with both our names on it and everyone will wonder what you've been smoking. Which, as I recall from previous conversations (that I went through last night) you are bogarting all the good crack.
Ahhh it's nice to have a body that respects my sovreignty again.
Getting writing done. Slowly getting TM done. Getting traumatized at work by Daniel, since one can't very well jump out of one's seat and scream like a girl when he answers the phone. Even if I wanted to. So very disturbed by that.
I must be half asleep. I logged out in the middle of an entry. Dammit! At least I copied it over first.
Right. Thoughts. I was doing this thing called thinking, and then I stopped. I think I need either more sleep or breakfast. Or maybe a shower. Something.
Or, you know, either way. Because I just realized I have game tonight and then scary 12 hour Shadowrun game tomorrow night that doesn't let me get home till 6 am. So I'm not going to be sending stuff out nearly as soon as I thought. But. Yes! Write. Or I will finish the story and send it out with both our names on it and everyone will wonder what you've been smoking. Which, as I recall from previous conversations (that I went through last night) you are bogarting all the good crack.
Ahhh it's nice to have a body that respects my sovreignty again.
Getting writing done. Slowly getting TM done. Getting traumatized at work by Daniel, since one can't very well jump out of one's seat and scream like a girl when he answers the phone. Even if I wanted to. So very disturbed by that.
I must be half asleep. I logged out in the middle of an entry. Dammit! At least I copied it over first.
Right. Thoughts. I was doing this thing called thinking, and then I stopped. I think I need either more sleep or breakfast. Or maybe a shower. Something.
