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Damn you, work internet. Behave.

Headache running rampant. Leg aches running even more rampant. And now I am so glad the internet was up for that phone call otherwise I would have no effing clue what mudcloth was. (For your edification it is cloth that has been dyed by fermented mud. Don't you feel enlightened.)

No! No! Bad camp! Do not do tie-dye with RIT dye! Bad! No cookie!

I am punchy like you would not believe. My brain is not firing on all cylinders. I did more running this morning than I have in a while and ow, ow ow, I am out of shape. Yay cardio? Boo out of shape. Very boo. On the plus side, yay cardio. Yay continuing the fight to get back into shape. Flexibility hasn't waned much, and the rest of it will come in time.

Tired. Sleepy tired. Need to do things, and just. Sleepy tired. So much do not want floating around it's unbelievable. On the plus side... wait. Crap! Never mind, I'm off to the bank, guys. Forgot about that. Fucking hell, where is my brain.

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For my own organization:

1. Scene in Martine
2. Scene in Desert
3. Download pictures for Find Your Words
4. Read Dragons
5. Work on Holmes Big Bang
6. Send out Holmes Big Bang
7. July prompts for Find Your Words
8. German
9. Upload icons for Dale

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And after all that, I did indeed make it to the bank in time to get quarters, though I did not make it home as early as I wanted. Still, laundry has been done, and I actually have clean bras again. I'm sure you all wanted to know that.

God, no, strange person, you will not enable me into doing yet another Big Bang. I will pimp out fantasybigbang to those who wish to do it! But right now there are way too many fucking projects I'm working on for me to even think about doing this. I'm exhausted in the brainpan just thinking about taking on yet another Big Bang. Yes, all of you, I see you eyeing me dubiously and thinking, no, she's going to sign up for it. No. No I will not. Actually I'll probably forget about it until August and then go, wait, wasn't there something I was going to... D'oh! But I am not going to sign up for it.

Although suddenly I have this urge to make the Trans-Siberian Orchestra Big Bang. Except in my world, this involves the World's Biggest Drum Kit and all their fire and Frikkin' Laser Beams.

I'm doing surprisingly well so far on the whole getting to bed on time thing. And putting down the writing on time thing. And getting shit done in general. I eye myself suspiciously, because this cannot last. Still! We shall see. Right now there will be writing a couple more scenes in the Holmes Big Bang and then sending it off to my artist as it is now. She/he/it (she?) already has the outline, so the shape of the plot and the ending is established. Just, today I'm supposed to send the rough draft, so. Here goes.

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1. Pay cable bill
2. Balance books
3. TM topics?
4. "I think you might think of a way to link it with the actual kink subject more explicitly? Heh. Fear, overcoming that fear, and self-control of knowing that he's completely in her power when she chooses to exercise it and he needs to get that message." A Study in Iron and Damask
5. Pick up wooden shipping desk.