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Up. Dressed. Moo. On a Saturday. Going to work. I can't wait till I'm a writer for a living.

Five packets of submissions and two mystery packages ready to go out. Although they'll probably go out Monday because I need stamps and I don't have time to swing by the post office today. Or anywhere that has stamps. Work, then game. Stupid game.

I'm slowly slogging through the TM topic responses, doing all the most recent back ones. Then probably doing a lot of the back ones. If not all of the back ones, which I'll try to get done. For all my pups. I'm thinking of dropping Morghann from RP, if only because the BJT isn't as active a community as it used to be. Which is kind of sad, but without the RP, I've got nothing and no real inspiration to run her through TM. Holtz I need to get back into RP. Except I'm kind of turned off by most of the current Connor and Angel plotlines. Hm. Need time to make my own plotlines.

Slogging through working on the three novels I'm trying to submit. Although this past day it's mostly been cleaning up and taking care of the more immediate problems. Plus, work. Working almost a full time job and then coming home to write and edit. I tell you, I sleep through the night so damn well these days. Exhausted. Glad I put Holtz on RP hiatus till January, definitely.

Hm. What else. I had a weird dream last night where all I remember of it is Spike and my blue-eyed boy naked (at least what I could see of them, which was chest and higher) sitting up in bed staring at me. Just sitting next to each other about a foot apart, and it didn't look .. it looked contrived is what it looked. The covers were still like they'd just been draped over them, both of them looked like wax statues. Maybe they were. But why .. oh, never mind. I have weird dreams.

So tired. At work anyway. Time to start figuring out what I'm working on at work between phone calls. Or just read Raymond Chandler.

It's a Raymond Chandler evening
And the pavements are all wet
And I'm lurking in the shadows
Cause it hasn't happened
yet.

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So, I'm watching Law & Order: Criminal Intent. probably before bed, and hopefully this will result in Goren dreams. But no. Mike Logan's on instead. It's his first episode.

There's a kid who goes slightly nuts at the sight of nuclear families, old couples still in love, that kind of thing. He's young. Blonde. Erratic. Moves jerkily. Screams randomly.

His name's Johnny.

Yeah.