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Dec. 5th, 2005 08:51 amOogh. Don't want to go to work.
I did go to bed early last night, though. Got 8.5 hours of sleep, in total. I feel nicely rested, which is probably good since it's back to a full day of work and cramming in what writing stuff I can at the end of the day. I hate, hate, hate the Christmas rush.
Roleplay is back on. Roughly. Sort of. Limiting to one or two threads that seem to have started off of topic responses, although I have an inbox full of old threads to be re-tagged. Let me know if you want to just drop what we were doing, otherwise I'll be commenting to a lot of old threads as January starts to poke its head out of the ground. Oogh. And the Christmas party, which should occur. At some point. I'll be really, really slow on that, though.
Writing continues. The cat strides purposefully to me and stretches her nose up to me as if to say "you have too much butter on that bagel. you should give me some." Heh. I've started to whittle down my to-do list, purposefully avoiding anything that has to do with editing novels because I'm a bloody coward. Sadly, I think I'm about through with that, so tonight will be editing. Ugh. And rewriting. And more editing. And working on queries. And then panic. Stupid panic. I stomp on you, panic. You shall not defeat me.
Oogh. Time to go to work. Don't wanna.
I did go to bed early last night, though. Got 8.5 hours of sleep, in total. I feel nicely rested, which is probably good since it's back to a full day of work and cramming in what writing stuff I can at the end of the day. I hate, hate, hate the Christmas rush.
Roleplay is back on. Roughly. Sort of. Limiting to one or two threads that seem to have started off of topic responses, although I have an inbox full of old threads to be re-tagged. Let me know if you want to just drop what we were doing, otherwise I'll be commenting to a lot of old threads as January starts to poke its head out of the ground. Oogh. And the Christmas party, which should occur. At some point. I'll be really, really slow on that, though.
Writing continues. The cat strides purposefully to me and stretches her nose up to me as if to say "you have too much butter on that bagel. you should give me some." Heh. I've started to whittle down my to-do list, purposefully avoiding anything that has to do with editing novels because I'm a bloody coward. Sadly, I think I'm about through with that, so tonight will be editing. Ugh. And rewriting. And more editing. And working on queries. And then panic. Stupid panic. I stomp on you, panic. You shall not defeat me.
Oogh. Time to go to work. Don't wanna.