Nov 15, 2006 09:22
God, it's fucking freezing. -7 Celsius and windy. I'm still shivering *shivers*
It's an incredibly odd and somewhat nice feeling to sit at a cafe and when your coffee's ready they call your name. And you realise you never gave it to them. Does that mean I'm a regular? Should I get discount? A X-mas card? A complimentary cookie? *ponders*
My sis is back in the old country which means she might walk in here anytime and ask what I'm doing. The time will come when I realise that just telling people I'm writing porn is easier than making up cryptic answers.
Just waiting for my hands to stop trembling and then... Writing ahoy!
[ETA. Does anyone know the year and licence plate number of Spike's DeSoto? (sp?)] Found it. 1959. Licence plate: HIA 873
[ETA2. And there she is. Thankfully she's got work to do herself so she's sitting at another table since the tables are too small for two laptops. And she asked what I was writing and I said 'non of your business, so now she's all curious. *sighs*]
[ETA3. Does anyone remember the names of the make-up/hair girls we saw in A Day In The Life of Jare and Jensen?]
cafe,
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