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Poop. My paid account for this journal and my extra userpics for Sam just gave me warning notices. And I just made a bunch of new icons for him! Bastad LJ.

MAUS HEIL! *is random*

I need a Sascha. I need a Sascha with a lap I can curl up in and a mohawk I can ruffle. Who will sing me to sleep. Or something. I'm fairly sure none of those songs are appropriate to sing me to sleep, but I don't care. I want a Sascha. Someone fetch me a Sascha.

Poop. I didn't get any writing done yesterday, but did get a significant amount done today. Which is good. Still have no idea when I'm getting to GenCon. Am arguing with the boyfriend about that. Which, lest anyone get alarmed, isn't so much arguing as "Well, what do you want to do?" "I don't care, what do you want to do?" "*mutual stares of 'that's not helpful...'*" We'll figure out something. I have phone numbers! And will probably spend all my time in the dealer's room anyway. Or at writing seminars. Or at Cardhalla. MmmmCardhalla.

But. Um. Yeah.

There was more to this entry, but now I can't be arsed to write it. Blah. I need more icons.

ETA: Hah. This coming week's paycheck should be enough to cover both college loans and LJ stuff. I win.