This jewel caught in my hair
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So today was largely made of fail. The morning's mail log pile was enormous, the phone would not stop ringing all day, I was incredibly drowsy all afternoon, my skirt was too tight due to the fact that I just spent the last three or four weeks snacking regularly and with zeal on nothing but cookies (occasioning a rare fit of "OMG I am so faaaat" silliness), and I spent a lot of the afternoon fighting with my Stargate fic to no avail. Fail!
Then along came tonight.
I finished my quilling project of doom (pictures to come) while listening to Zeppelin 4.
I ran the Hill for the first time in forever (despite being faaat).
I allowed Mr. Bill to coax me into a discussion of my fic and how it totally wasn't working with me, and he said something that may have jogged loose the exact thing I needed to make the fic consent to be written.
So...I guess the day wasn't a complete waste of mascara, after all.
So today was largely made of fail. The morning's mail log pile was enormous, the phone would not stop ringing all day, I was incredibly drowsy all afternoon, my skirt was too tight due to the fact that I just spent the last three or four weeks snacking regularly and with zeal on nothing but cookies (occasioning a rare fit of "OMG I am so faaaat" silliness), and I spent a lot of the afternoon fighting with my Stargate fic to no avail. Fail!
Then along came tonight.
I finished my quilling project of doom (pictures to come) while listening to Zeppelin 4.
I ran the Hill for the first time in forever (despite being faaat).
I allowed Mr. Bill to coax me into a discussion of my fic and how it totally wasn't working with me, and he said something that may have jogged loose the exact thing I needed to make the fic consent to be written.
So...I guess the day wasn't a complete waste of mascara, after all.