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[bubosquared]

Sinterklaas Countdown: 4 days
The Two Towers Countdown: 16 days
Birthday Countdown: 18 days
Christmas Countdown: 23 days

So one of my coworkers is leaving, and I'm such a bitch for saying this, but. Yay? I don't really like her, she's a chronic whiner, and she's forever trying to guilt trip me into offering to take over work from her. (Or she did, until I started not giving in to the guilt trips and only doing things when she actually asked me to. Which she didn't, most of the time. Feh. I don't like people who can't come right out and ask for what they want.) My point being, we'll be getting a new person to replace her, and another in addition to that as well, and that other person will likely be fairly close in age to me, which will be fun, I hope.

You know why I still use a pseud online? Because so many people cannot seem to spell my fucking name correctly! S-O-F-I-E, you wankers, not S-O-P-H-I-E!

Um. The new Q Magazine has a picture of Britney with Sigfried and Roy. *covers eyes* Ewwwwwwwww.

I really need to get back in the swing of writing stories that have a plot again, stories that are about telling a story rather than about sounding good. I like those too, but I need both kinds to function as a writer, and right now there's about a dozen epic plots percolating in my brain and I can't seem to get them out. V. Frustrating, that.

I had other things to say, but now I can't remember what they were. I hate it when that happens. My brain is like my old room -- always cluttered, and I can find what I want when I want it and know what I'm looking for, but I have no idea what exactly is lying around in there.

My knee still hurts. Last night, I had to put painkilling salve on it, and a hotpack, before I could go to sleep. Also, I'm tired as fuck, but that's my own damn fault.

I'll go try to write now. Or maybe I'll start working on the LN website.