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AAAUGH. I hate computers. Hate hate hate. With a passion and a vengeance. Also storms, electricity, and anything to do with the internet. Blasted thing.

And I think I might be getting RSI or Carpal Tunnel or whatever the damn thing is called this week. Not good. Not at all good considering I'm trying to write for a living. Then again maybe not. My little finger and the back of my hand were hurting yesterday and the day before, but the pain seems to be slowly going away. So maybe I just pulled something or ... dislocated something. Or something. I don't know. Ugh.

On the plus side, mailed off four more stories today. That's six this month alone, better than I've done so far. Some of which will get put up in the writing journal when I have a chance.

Argh. So much to catch up on.

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I logged on meaning to update the rest of the stories I'd submitted to my writing journal. Unfortunately this only works if I'd actually loaded the stories onto the damn disk I brought down in the first place. My frustration knows no bounds.

On the plus side, it looks like I'll be online tonight. Yay!

But not until late. i.e. EST time. i.e. after dinner, and after I finish typing up the outline for Different. Which I am finally going to try to finish. The outline, that is. And then I'm going to work on submitting another novel. My brain is so scattered anymore. Trying to fix ... why the hell am I getting C++ errors in AIM anyway? Fucking programs.

I need to catch up on TM. That will happen tomorrow, as I am way too tired tonight. On the plus side, I've been getting an assload of writing work done. And I saw Harry Potter and Troy and I have my notes somewhere. I even wrote down notes on Troy in the theatre. On a piece of popcorn bag. I am geek, hear me roar.

President Reagan's dead. Blah. I can't bring myself to care, seeing as it looks like my entire friends list, the entire country, and half the people in the goddamn world are caring for me. Either because they're violently opposed to him or think he's the second coming. Me, the man's dead. And he had a good long run of it, and he died at the end of a protracted illness, which to my mind sucks rather than anything else, but hey. My condolances to the family. Let's move on.

Ugh. Ok, back to work for a couple hours, I'll be on... possibly around midnight, if not around 1 am, EST.

GIP

Because I love this icon.

Also because I seem to be post spamming today.

Also because I deleted a bunch of icons and now want to know what icons I should make to replace them or, if you really think so, what icons I should download to replace them. Leave a message in the comments because I'm too lazy to make a poll.

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See, this is what happens when I get back on to LJ and AIM and things. I procrastinate my writing. Of which I have gotten none done today, although that's partially due to the fact that I was revising and packaging from 9 till 2 today. But still. I have novel segments to write. And Jezebel to work on. Blargh. Will be multitasking like a mofo tonight.

Also will probably be denying self internet until the evenings, say, around 9 or 10 pm EST, so I can get work done. As in, what I should have been doing a long long time ago. But that's ok, that's still 4 hours. :)

Dear sister --

I love you. But you DO NOT POST PICTURES ON THE INTERNET EVER! Or at least till you're of age. You know who you are. Stoppit.

-- Your sister

Dear body --

Please stop giving me zits, styes, strange pains in my hands, strange pains in my toes, hot flashes, sparkling lights, and other weirdnesses. Also, please deliver red fairy before I have a heart attack and take a preggers test.

-- Your brain

Yes, I'm sure that was more than you ever wanted to know. No, I shouldn't be at risk, I am in fact a smart girl and have very very low-risk sex. But there's always that chance. Yes, I'm sure that was also more than you wanted to know.

Um. I'm going to go move the novels, as far as they've come along, onto disk now so I can work on them. Will be on AIM shortly. Hopefully it works now.