Update!

18:22 Take train to North Station.
18:28 Arrive at North Station. Rush to get train to Antwerp. Just make it. Wew.
18:32 Take out notebook, without having much actual hope . Blah.
18:34 Seem to be writing. Odd.
18:57 Still writing. Arthur Weasley apparently took over story for a bit. Um.
19:04 Still writing.
19:05 Fuck. Arrive at Berchem Station. Stuff things in bag. Rush off train and to nearest place to write. Turns out to be table of coffeeshop. Start writing again, even more frantically this time.
19:22 Notice time. Stuff things in bag again. Get on train to South Station. Start writing yet again.
19:29 Get off train at South Station. Rush home.
19:42 Arrive home, throw down bag, take off coat, shove aside junk on desk, start writing again.
19:49 Put down pen. Take deep breath. Look at last bit, realise nothing more forthcoming for now. Count lines. Have written about 500 words. Feel kick-ass.
19:51 Go get food.
19:53 Decide on fries. Get fries. Return home.
20:07 Arrive home. Eat.
20:20 Finish dinner. Eye junk in room. Consider cleaning. Switch on computer instead.
20:27 Decide to clean, then shower, then work on site or maybe write more. Feel productive.
20:38 Room now semi-clean again. look at computer, spot several slashy pics on screensaver. Ooooh.
20:39 Shake self. Undress. Go shower.
20:52 Out of shower. Slightly freaked when shampoo foam came away red. Calmed down when remembered warning from hairdresser. Am pissed at landlord for being forced to stand wet and shivering for 3 whole minutes while shower drained so as to not overflow entire floor due to nearly clogged drain. Asshole. Lock on front door still broken, too.
20:53 Calm now. Ginny wants to know where Hermione is. Wouldn't mind knowing either, actually.
20:58 Trying to find outfit for next weekend while trying to solve Mystery of Missing Hermione. Decide silk skirt is not me. Also, corset-ish top is cool, but jeans is too colourful.
21:03 Then again. Navel. Cleavage. Oooh. Still doesn't mesh with both hair and trousers. Maybe with other trousers.
21:08 Have no jeans that come low enough to reveal navel, and jeans on jeans is too blue. Leather it is. Recall having rub-on tattoos somewhere.
21:12 Have located tattoos. One for navel, two bands for around arms. Am going to kick ass.
21:15 Belku leather coat got from dad quite ruins image. Never mind. Remember how cold was last time. Resolve to take not just blouse for inside, but also sweater. And wear nylons under trousers. Am not entirely stupid.
21:18 MoMH still not resolved. Damn.
21:25 Light cigar. Stephen King claims nicotine helps mind think faster. Ignore fact that do not inhale smoke. Feel fancy and cool and worldly now. Get cracking on website.
22:35 Jeezus. Finally finished /sleepless. Motherfucker. Took long enough.
22:42 Finished cleaning up /self. Don't feel up to rearranging quotes. Decide have been productive enough for today. Zip up updated parts of site so can work on it tomorrow at work. Just quotes and am finished. Go me.
22:45 After 45 minutes of hiphop radio whatever feel am entitled to judge hiphoppers as full of shit. Fuckers.
22:47 Contemplate sleep. Decide to get in bed with notebook and pen and see if writing happens.
23:26 Hermione decided to saunter in after all. Nearly up to 1 000 now for today. Think am finished. Sleep. Right.
05:45 Clock radio awakens me. German? Shit. Gotta change station. Snooze button. Back to sleep.
05:54 Again. Mutter. Die. Snooze.
06:03 Bitches. Bloody hell. Get up. Kill alarm. Fine then. Get dressed. Eat.
06:25 Leave. Train. Reading. Fucking cold. Fingers freezing.
07:32 Station. Walk to work.
07:38 Arrive at work, realise have forgotten keys in office last night. Do best Obi-Wan imitation. Hang around waiting for coworkers with keys. Read.
08:57 Coworker with keys arrives. Finally. Read email, journals and comics.
09:30 Checking communal work inbox. Fucking hell. Spam, spam, spam, wonderful spam ... And the usual mail delivery failures from the mailing list. Fuckitall.
09:44 Draco decided to get into head and act all silly. And Harry's acting just as silly now, proclaiming Breakfast at Tiffany's (Deep Blue Something) to be 'their song'. Want to pummel them. Grr. Fuckers.
09:48 Boss Lady requests make coffee for people coming to visit. Make coffee.
09:51 Phone acts up again. Becoming more and more convinced thing is haunted.
10:02 Stupid woman calls, asks for fax number, lets self finish giving it to her in French, and then asks self if is at some Ministry. Tell her no. Apologises and hangs up. Call her bitch. Out loud. Oops.
10:39 Have checked all sources. Not enough to warrant newsletter. Emailed dad re lunch. Woohoo.
11:02 Back. Picked up mail on way up. Multitasking.
11:11 Mail has been processed. Decide to work on site.
13:00 Update finished. Uploading. At fucking last.
13:07 Fuckitall. Have to download free ftp program to ftp in and now goint to have to switch off puter to have it cleaned. Evil bastard people.
13:26 On bring of nervous breakdown. CoffeeCup FTP spawn of devil. Screw it.
13:29 Decide to use Exploder. Anything better than CCFTP.
13:31 Seems to be working.
13:33 Isn't. Fuck. Have to go. Be back after lunch.
14:32 Back. Finances. Looking for ftp prog.
15:27 Have booked time off for NY. Weeee.
15:46 CCFTP sucks major ass. Yo, tucows, gimme something better, you bitch.
16:06 Give up for now. Suspect may be femgeeks ftp server. Fret. Go look for tatt design.
16:54 Entice Steve into uploading for me.
17:08 Form.css appears not to have uploaded. Fuck.
17:16 Yes. Finally. Done. Home now. Someone leave me a msgs on AIM or whatever?