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[kittydesade]

Things what I did this weekend.
Ich habe mit meine Freundin gechatt.
Ich habe in Apartment gefaulenzt.
Ich habe Rock Musik gehört.
Ich habe viel Hänchen gekocht.
Ich habe ein (tune) gelernt.
Ich habe ein Armband gemacht.
... I'm out of verbs, actions, and attention span. Crap.


What the fuck is this happy horseshit? No, seriously, you guys, this is vampire Pomeranian level what the fuck right there. Ryan Reynolds should be pointing and shouting.

I can't explain, go read it.

Um. So, I know I'm on Google+, but does anyone else want an invite? I'm kind of mostly faffing about on there with offering bits of wisdom regarding writing, not much of substance and certainly not anything I haven't said elsewhere, but it's a bit more of a 'I R SRS WRITER' thing. Except when it isn't. But mostly it is.

Oof yawn. Too much crap to do, not enough time to do it in. I feel like I just want to spend a day writing and noodling around on the guitar, and I definitely won't get a chance to this weekend. Not with ushing at Folkmoot and so on. Possibly both days. But on the plus side, I'll have a quiet weekend the weekend after. I think. Because everyone will be off at Bele Chere and it'll be quiet and I can sleep and faff about on the guitar and write all the things. Including, possibly, fixing my SciFi Big Bang. Which would be good because that's the very last minute, isn't it. Craaaap. I'll have to spend this weekend writing when I'm not ushing. Oh dear. Whatever shall I do. Wait...