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Jun. 7th, 2004 07:45 pmI logged on meaning to update the rest of the stories I'd submitted to my writing journal. Unfortunately this only works if I'd actually loaded the stories onto the damn disk I brought down in the first place. My frustration knows no bounds.
On the plus side, it looks like I'll be online tonight. Yay!
But not until late. i.e. EST time. i.e. after dinner, and after I finish typing up the outline for Different. Which I am finally going to try to finish. The outline, that is. And then I'm going to work on submitting another novel. My brain is so scattered anymore. Trying to fix ... why the hell am I getting C++ errors in AIM anyway? Fucking programs.
I need to catch up on TM. That will happen tomorrow, as I am way too tired tonight. On the plus side, I've been getting an assload of writing work done. And I saw Harry Potter and Troy and I have my notes somewhere. I even wrote down notes on Troy in the theatre. On a piece of popcorn bag. I am geek, hear me roar.
President Reagan's dead. Blah. I can't bring myself to care, seeing as it looks like my entire friends list, the entire country, and half the people in the goddamn world are caring for me. Either because they're violently opposed to him or think he's the second coming. Me, the man's dead. And he had a good long run of it, and he died at the end of a protracted illness, which to my mind sucks rather than anything else, but hey. My condolances to the family. Let's move on.
Ugh. Ok, back to work for a couple hours, I'll be on... possibly around midnight, if not around 1 am, EST.
On the plus side, it looks like I'll be online tonight. Yay!
But not until late. i.e. EST time. i.e. after dinner, and after I finish typing up the outline for Different. Which I am finally going to try to finish. The outline, that is. And then I'm going to work on submitting another novel. My brain is so scattered anymore. Trying to fix ... why the hell am I getting C++ errors in AIM anyway? Fucking programs.
I need to catch up on TM. That will happen tomorrow, as I am way too tired tonight. On the plus side, I've been getting an assload of writing work done. And I saw Harry Potter and Troy and I have my notes somewhere. I even wrote down notes on Troy in the theatre. On a piece of popcorn bag. I am geek, hear me roar.
President Reagan's dead. Blah. I can't bring myself to care, seeing as it looks like my entire friends list, the entire country, and half the people in the goddamn world are caring for me. Either because they're violently opposed to him or think he's the second coming. Me, the man's dead. And he had a good long run of it, and he died at the end of a protracted illness, which to my mind sucks rather than anything else, but hey. My condolances to the family. Let's move on.
Ugh. Ok, back to work for a couple hours, I'll be on... possibly around midnight, if not around 1 am, EST.