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You get bullet points, 'cause I am fucking exhausted.

* nopejr is love. His fic Creevey At Large is made of win and awesome. Why haven't you read it yet. Get thee to the fic.

* OMFG so many prompts done yesterday. So many yet to do. So tired. Have so very been absent from LJ lately, which seems to go in waves, I notice. I still live. Really, I do.

* This week will be CATCH UP ON MY FUCKING TM PROMPTS week. At least make a start at it. A dent. Something. At least I'm current. (I am current, aren't I? Yes. Good.)

* Work is still kickass.

* I hate money. I hate paying all my bills at once and watching it fly out of my bank account. I love the fact that instead of flailing because I have 20$ in my bank account until next payday I am now flailing because I have less than a grand in my bank account, never mind that I have enough to pay bills and a little left over for frivolities. Damn it's good to be a gangsta.

* There is no bullet point six.

* I will most likely be absent from the net except in evenings EST time from Wednesday to Saturday on account of being home for my baby sisters fucking high school graduation. I am old. I am old, tired, and bitchy.

* I need a salad.

* Rejection letters make me remember why I fucking hate trying to get published. Blah blah bitchcakes, whine whine, writing sucks, why do I bother when I'm never going to get anywhere anyway. You know the drill. If you don't I'm sure I can come up with something in comments. Everyone's tired of hearing about this by now.

* I'm going to miss English Country Dance this weekend for the first time since the Elf Lord broke his hip. Woe. I wonder if they'll miss me.

* I do not in fact wear finery, but i do not wear boots either. I may actually now have to go on a quest for boots.

* Did I mention I'm exhausted? I blame gusthemoose. And Sam Elliott. And his mustache.