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[missbaxter]

I stayed up last night working on a short story (location: Toronto on Christmas Eve; what is it about the heights of summer that makes me want to write about the depths of winter?), and, sometime around two o'clock, I realised that I essentially write the same characters over and over again in different guises. *headdesk*
Poll time:  Am I:
                   a)  exceedingly limited in my imagination?
                   b) a genius auteur?
                   c) a slightly less than genius auteur?
                   d) oh, look! fanfic!

Also, today's terrible joke, courtesy of my father:

HIM: Have you seen Stevie Wonder's new piano?
                   ME:...........................................................................No.
                   HIM: That's okay, neither has he.

I find this inexplicably cheering.