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Today's Typo of the Day: "licensex". Thank god I have Outlook automatically spellcheck before I send e-mail. Also, I need to get laid.

So far, I've had e-mails from Paul Gascoigne, Anne Rice, and Mark Chapman. Probably just people sharing the name, but still.

It's 13:23 and there is nothing to do! No more e-mails, no phone calls coming in, de nada. Am bored shitless. But at least no longer nicfitting--I quit smoking on Wednesday, and I think I'm past the physical withdrawal symptoms, thank fuck. I think I'm now largely in the safe zone, with the one big potential problem being: can I write without nicotine, and can I limit myself to one or two cigarettes onloy while writing? Wait and see, I suppose.

(In all honesty I have to admit I've had one cigarette a day, before bed, so that I could sleep, mostly because I didn't want to end up lying awake twitching all night on a workday.)

Tonight, we finish the boxroom, and then we take a bath! And we go to sleep under my New! KingSize! Duvet! W00t. And then I have nothing to do this weekend. Boo.

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Now that I've been paid, I'll be spending it trying to connect my TV and watching TV and/or tapes. :) And writing! And possibly knitting.