my main hobby: being itchy all over
I HATE WINTER, INTERNET. IT IS VERY ANNOYING TO MY ALREADY EMBARRASSINGLY SENSITIVE SKIN.
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So, howdy there, internet. How are you? I am okay, despite the itching. And the being hella behind on writing. I am a little bummed that no one else is jumping on the Psych/Torchwood fusion bandwagon, but I will survive. So I'm mostly okay.
For one thing, I was able to recover the text of the hairdressers au! Thank god for GoogleDesktop, guys. It cached an older version of the file that had the complete text. I have now backed it up approximately fifty million times. Along with all my other WsIP. I will not be losing that shit again, no siree.
I am also okay because I am done with work for the day. I have to go to Michael's to get embroidery floss and cookie tins, but I can take a little nap before that. I have holiday cards that are adorable (and, no, you didn't miss a holiday card post. As I said about three other times this year and six hundred times every previous year, I don't do holiday card posts anymore because I am afraid I won't be able to actually ever send them out. These are for work people and The Usual Suspects, who know me well enough to understand that I will probably be HANDING THEM these cards when I next see them in person in like, nine months. I am so shit at the mail, you guys, you don't even know.)
Wow, tangent. I don't even know how that sentence was originally supposed to end.
Anyway, I am going to eat some candy and then go to Michael's.
eta: Okay! Life plan for tonight:
1) Michael's
2) Oatmeal bath while reviewing yuletide source
3) Writing at least 1000 words of the various projects I have open
4) Bed
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So, howdy there, internet. How are you? I am okay, despite the itching. And the being hella behind on writing. I am a little bummed that no one else is jumping on the Psych/Torchwood fusion bandwagon, but I will survive. So I'm mostly okay.
For one thing, I was able to recover the text of the hairdressers au! Thank god for GoogleDesktop, guys. It cached an older version of the file that had the complete text. I have now backed it up approximately fifty million times. Along with all my other WsIP. I will not be losing that shit again, no siree.
I am also okay because I am done with work for the day. I have to go to Michael's to get embroidery floss and cookie tins, but I can take a little nap before that. I have holiday cards that are adorable (and, no, you didn't miss a holiday card post. As I said about three other times this year and six hundred times every previous year, I don't do holiday card posts anymore because I am afraid I won't be able to actually ever send them out. These are for work people and The Usual Suspects, who know me well enough to understand that I will probably be HANDING THEM these cards when I next see them in person in like, nine months. I am so shit at the mail, you guys, you don't even know.)
Wow, tangent. I don't even know how that sentence was originally supposed to end.
Anyway, I am going to eat some candy and then go to Michael's.
eta: Okay! Life plan for tonight:
1) Michael's
2) Oatmeal bath while reviewing yuletide source
3) Writing at least 1000 words of the various projects I have open
4) Bed