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Ugh, only 90 minutes left of my 16 HOUR work day. And then I get to come back in 7hours. *yawn*
I'm working on a non-fanfic, non pr0n novel-esc project. It's way too complicated to describe. I send a mumbly-jumbly email to mah trusty Jo (driftingatdusk ) ... basically talking circles around the vague idea I have. She must've understood SOMETHING (???) that I wrote about because she encouraged me to go with it. Heh, or maybe it was a 'wtf is she talking about...' sort of nod/shake your head at the same time? It's rough trying to come up with all this background bullshit that you don't have to worry about in fanfic.
Ugh, it's been really fucking hot here, too. It was 92 F yesterday. Uh, September? It shouldn't be ball-sweaty hot in September in Seattle. I mean, I had to msg jetgirl07 yesterday to tell her my non-existent balls were dripping, that's how humid and gross it was.
Anyway, I'm tired.
I work 8am-2:30pm tomorrow. Sounders game at 7. Not leaving my bed until noon on Saturday.
Oh, and this is Henry.
The picture won't rotate, so you can look at him sideways. This guy is a genuine B for Bastard. He's bitten everyone in the house at some point except for me. I pet him exactly once as he passes by and that's it. Though for some reason, he's obsessed with that brown bag that I have.
I'm working on a non-fanfic, non pr0n novel-esc project. It's way too complicated to describe. I send a mumbly-jumbly email to mah trusty Jo (driftingatdusk ) ... basically talking circles around the vague idea I have. She must've understood SOMETHING (???) that I wrote about because she encouraged me to go with it. Heh, or maybe it was a 'wtf is she talking about...' sort of nod/shake your head at the same time? It's rough trying to come up with all this background bullshit that you don't have to worry about in fanfic.
Ugh, it's been really fucking hot here, too. It was 92 F yesterday. Uh, September? It shouldn't be ball-sweaty hot in September in Seattle. I mean, I had to msg jetgirl07 yesterday to tell her my non-existent balls were dripping, that's how humid and gross it was.
Anyway, I'm tired.
I work 8am-2:30pm tomorrow. Sounders game at 7. Not leaving my bed until noon on Saturday.
Oh, and this is Henry.
The picture won't rotate, so you can look at him sideways. This guy is a genuine B for Bastard. He's bitten everyone in the house at some point except for me. I pet him exactly once as he passes by and that's it. Though for some reason, he's obsessed with that brown bag that I have.