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I am so fucking tired you guys. I went to bed an hour late. I woke up four hours after that when the boyfiend came home, which, admittedly, he'd warned me he might do. He had to go in early to cover the end of another shift, so he was going to get off after only a full 8 hours if he could. Which he did, grocery shopping, and then coming home and waking me up with the door and hauling in the trash bin at fucking five in the morning, so even sleeping in did not help. So fucking tired.

On the plus (plus? I was going to watch TV and read and knit tonight goddammit) side I've got writing planned out, shorter bits this time, only 10k+, at least three stories and four if I really do decide to go back and redo this other thing with morebetter experience.

Oh god so tired, I need to write this shit down before I forget it. Especially since I inadvertently outlined a story for the wrong fucking universe dammit. Oh well, at least I've got a ready substitute. And I could use more dime novel ideas anyway. (This is an absolute and bald-faced lie.)

I will, at least, get in some TV watching and knitting time tonight, despite everything. Apparently I'm joining people in a livetweet of Ladyhawke in the interests of regaining some brain. I need to get at least Japanese done before then, and maybe some rudimentary exercising. Then movies and things and I need to remember that I don't, in fact, need to conform to any deadlines but my own for writing and so on. I really need to remember that. I've gotten horrible both about beating myself up for that and about beating myself up for not being productive every minute of every day, and that's just... that's bad.

Okay, even though you didn't ask, have a list of working titles for shit I'm working on right now.

1. Hypothaumaturgic faery
2. Faery Mead
2.5 Cerridwen's Cauldron and the Undead Irishmen (what the hell WAS that anyway)
3. County Witches
4. Pretender Sidhe
5. Sandborn

... is that it? That's it. Oh my fucking god I am too goddamn busy.