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I'm in the kind of mood where I want to speak French, which is unhelpful because I don't have enough of the fucking language to do much beyond order food and ask for directions to the lavatory.
My shit is not even remotely together. I had plans for today beyond "replace iPod" (done, didn't even get asked any awkward questions or have any tests done because Genius Bar person was clearly just like "this human knows what she is talking about and it is very busy and none of this has voided the warranty HAPPY CHRISTMAS") and "buy more pens", but they were difficult plans like "have a bath" (limescale issues) and "finish that short story you still haven't finished you lazy cunt" (but it's so haaaaaaaaaaard) "no seriously as soon as you finish it you can write werewolf porn" (but it's haaaaard), and shit like "repair the nine million items of clothing that once again have holes in the seams", "continue embroidery", "decoupage a dozen tins", "stop fannying about", etc.
But then I got this parcel from swear_jar and it had (along with a satisfactory quantity of cherry ripes because you can't buy them in England blah blah blah fahye why did you fucking get me hooked on chocolate I can't even buy in my own country you MERCILESS HARLOT) a very long letter in it and I read the very long letter and then my brain exploded and I spent literally two hours (from 7pm until 9pm, in case you're wondering) writing non-stop on a reply. Which still isn't finished.
For the interested: I am now in the habit of filling an entire Muji Passport Notebook with fairly small handwriting in each of the letters I send to Jess, so I don't send them OFTEN. Having said that I'm capable of seven-hour phone conversations with her so it's not for lack of things to say so much as lack of time to write in usually: hence I didn't bother turning the laptop on. That was nice. I might Not Bother Laptop more often, as I've been doing it with the embroidery and it's an improvement.
... potentially I could finish the short story longhand?
My shit is not even remotely together. I had plans for today beyond "replace iPod" (done, didn't even get asked any awkward questions or have any tests done because Genius Bar person was clearly just like "this human knows what she is talking about and it is very busy and none of this has voided the warranty HAPPY CHRISTMAS") and "buy more pens", but they were difficult plans like "have a bath" (limescale issues) and "finish that short story you still haven't finished you lazy cunt" (but it's so haaaaaaaaaaard) "no seriously as soon as you finish it you can write werewolf porn" (but it's haaaaard), and shit like "repair the nine million items of clothing that once again have holes in the seams", "continue embroidery", "decoupage a dozen tins", "stop fannying about", etc.
But then I got this parcel from swear_jar and it had (along with a satisfactory quantity of cherry ripes because you can't buy them in England blah blah blah fahye why did you fucking get me hooked on chocolate I can't even buy in my own country you MERCILESS HARLOT) a very long letter in it and I read the very long letter and then my brain exploded and I spent literally two hours (from 7pm until 9pm, in case you're wondering) writing non-stop on a reply. Which still isn't finished.
For the interested: I am now in the habit of filling an entire Muji Passport Notebook with fairly small handwriting in each of the letters I send to Jess, so I don't send them OFTEN. Having said that I'm capable of seven-hour phone conversations with her so it's not for lack of things to say so much as lack of time to write in usually: hence I didn't bother turning the laptop on. That was nice. I might Not Bother Laptop more often, as I've been doing it with the embroidery and it's an improvement.
... potentially I could finish the short story longhand?