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I slept in way too late today. I fail at trying to do early-morning overtime at work. Like, REALLY fail. *headdesk* My first Sunday off went mostly well. Slept in late. Dicked around online a lot. Did some reading. Had some rad ideas and managed to write them down. I'm pretty sure we were supposed to paint the spare room but we fail at that, too. Ordered a pizza. Had very odd conversation with delivery boy. Caught up with White Collar and Lie to Me with stereowire. Made post to the liverjournals. I'm--unnervingly tired, considering how little I actually did today. I think it's time to fall asleep watching the Trials of Life (yes, srsly) because I'm still not ready to watch The Big Game/Revelations, an arc of Criminal Minds that breaks my little robot heart. *has been putting it off for three days, lulz* From yesterday, about Transformers, which I still insist I don't actually like: 11:41pm spacehussy: except for the bits where the robots are like HI I'M JUST GOING TO CUT YOUR CAR IN HALF, OOPS YOU SEEM TO BE VERY SQUISHY AND MADE OF MEAT. 11:43pm spacehussy: like, the Decepticons casually hacking around the material keeping them from the human like, LA LA LA THIS BIT IS SOFTER THAN THE REST, WHAT'S THAT ABOOT EH 11:43pm spacehussy: I don't know why it got Canadian at the end there 11:43pm spacehussy: I'm very tiredmy dreams do not remember that you are goneCurrent Music: Tiger Army - Ghosts of Memory
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I have decided to post a word count for all my current projects. Mostly because posting it is a form of accountability, and sometimes guilt does make me more productive. Also my brain is super-scattered lately and I have to write lists constantly just to keep track of what I’m working on. (Original) - Charity, word count: 15851 (Live Free Die Hard) - still untitled, word count: 5886 (NCIS) - Heartache & Headrush, word count: 6210 (Criminal Minds) - We by design, word count: 1380 :( :( :(Oh yes, for the record, 1k words is roughly equivalent to 4-5 pages. At least with my writing style/fonts/text size. I have to go downstairs and cook now :( you can put me in your hair, I’ll be happy thereCurrent Music: Wolf Parade - Fancy Claps
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Now that my screams of horror and shock have subsided to a far more manageable weeping and rending of clothing, I am compelled to make another post. Actually, upon second thought, I really want to keep screaming. What was it that Patton Oswalt said? Oh yes, "Sorry, Dad, you'll have to repeat all of that-- I couldn't hear you over the sound of my dick screaming." That's still kind of how I feel. *shuddering. forever.* It's 2am. I have another three hours left in my shift. This is fucking insane. Does anyone else work third shift? I'm fortunate though, no lie; working third shift in the comfort of my bedroom and an internet connection that my company can't monitor...yeah, life could be worse. According to my call history, I haven't had a call in an hour, which is slightly incorrect. I logged into the phones an hour ago, after my fifteen minute break, which came after I was disconnected from the server for 30 minutes. I have no fucking idea when I last had a call. *isn't actually complaining* >_> we don't share feelings but we sure make noiseCurrent Music: Hawksley Workman - Bullets
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My mother got married yesterday, guys. My mother. She is now a married woman. She's changing her last name to Reed tomorrow. She is MARRIED. *still in shock* She told me today, and only because I called her and asked her why she was acting weird! MY STEPFATHER IS MY AGE. HAVE I MENTIONED THIS? HE IS THREE MONTHS OLDER THAN I AM. EDIT: I AM 23. I FORGOT TO MENTION.*rolls around* adhfjkadhsjkfhkajshfkjashgkh. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Current Music: Jonathan Coulton - I Feel Fantastic
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