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And now for an actual post.
Well, today was supposed to be a productive day at work. Except for the fact that I forgot we were short-staffed two people, and it's a Monday, so everything at work conspired to kick my ass. And then I was brain dead by about 3 pm and spent the next three hours fucking myself over for getting anything written during Nano that couldn't be written by Alanis in one of her angry chick rock phases. Yeah.
Tonight's pretty well screwed for plotting anything, too. I guess it's more lists of what I need to plot and trying to get my main character back on track instead of angsting over men who are very, very bad for her. Yes, I'm talking to you, Astrid. Forget about him.
... It just occurred to me that I already have icons for this Nanonovel and its updates. Woo.
Guh, so tired. I need to be a better shipping kitty tomorrow, which, hopefully, with everyone there I can be. And with some rest. And with actually remembering to take my curry in tomorrow for lunch, because I so totally have no money to blow on bought lunches. Actually tomorrow morning I should remember to make lasagnas for lunch. Not for lunch tomorrow but for lunch in general. Oogh.
Heroes. Eh. I can almost see the shark from here. My Own Worst Enemy. Yes, still Strange Case meets Bourne Identity. Christian Slater is still sexy. I'm still unenthused by anything other than the prospect of another Ooh, Nipple! shot. I... I dunno. I'm just tired. There's a thing called SAFF this weekend, SouthEastern Animal Fiber Fair, which we have to bring stuff to and there may be more foot traffic in the store and I'm exhausted already. And then Nano. And then the mail order sale. I'm not going to get to rest until December. What fun. But, dammit, I'm going to get some more plotty stuff done tomorrow. Auxiliary characters are my goal; I have at least a couple I need to flesh out. The victims and the murderer. And then I need to... um. Something. God, I'm tired. Then I need to do the outline, scene by scene.

Well, today was supposed to be a productive day at work. Except for the fact that I forgot we were short-staffed two people, and it's a Monday, so everything at work conspired to kick my ass. And then I was brain dead by about 3 pm and spent the next three hours fucking myself over for getting anything written during Nano that couldn't be written by Alanis in one of her angry chick rock phases. Yeah.
Tonight's pretty well screwed for plotting anything, too. I guess it's more lists of what I need to plot and trying to get my main character back on track instead of angsting over men who are very, very bad for her. Yes, I'm talking to you, Astrid. Forget about him.
... It just occurred to me that I already have icons for this Nanonovel and its updates. Woo.
Guh, so tired. I need to be a better shipping kitty tomorrow, which, hopefully, with everyone there I can be. And with some rest. And with actually remembering to take my curry in tomorrow for lunch, because I so totally have no money to blow on bought lunches. Actually tomorrow morning I should remember to make lasagnas for lunch. Not for lunch tomorrow but for lunch in general. Oogh.
Heroes. Eh. I can almost see the shark from here. My Own Worst Enemy. Yes, still Strange Case meets Bourne Identity. Christian Slater is still sexy. I'm still unenthused by anything other than the prospect of another Ooh, Nipple! shot. I... I dunno. I'm just tired. There's a thing called SAFF this weekend, SouthEastern Animal Fiber Fair, which we have to bring stuff to and there may be more foot traffic in the store and I'm exhausted already. And then Nano. And then the mail order sale. I'm not going to get to rest until December. What fun. But, dammit, I'm going to get some more plotty stuff done tomorrow. Auxiliary characters are my goal; I have at least a couple I need to flesh out. The victims and the murderer. And then I need to... um. Something. God, I'm tired. Then I need to do the outline, scene by scene.







