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In a beautiful display of fandom hivemind, people on two different lists just started talking about slashing the fruitflies on a commercial that apparently aired during BB in the UK. The original messages are right behind each other in my inbox. I am amused.

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Have New Plan. Will wallpaper on Saturday, move on Sunday, and paint throughout the week. (Steve! Will need extra pair of arms to put Huge-Assed Cupboard Of Dume in place.) That way, I'll be settled in by Wednesday, and it'll be slightly less stressing than the Old Plan, which would have had me in the hospital with a locked-up neck and back and exploded sinuses.

On another note, I was measuring the flat yesterday, and caught myself humming Digital Getdown. The place is doomed. Doomed, I tellsya, doomed!

"Oh my goodness, you're wearing a skirt."

Quoth my coworker. No, I don't wear one very often ( askirt, not a coworker), can you tell? And with bare legs, as well. Shaved yesterday, and cut myself something bad. Owie. I'm too stressed to be trusted around sharp objects, obviously.

It's been a loooong day. If I have to check another figure in the next 12 hours, I shall scream. Loudly.

Just got off the phone with dad. EH's as cotton-brained as I am. Heh. At least I'm not alone in my long-day-ness. We detailed the New Plan. Since they have to leave for home at 3 PM Saturday, I can pack that evening. So. Yeah. I think I'll go for a long walk tonight, and write. Or draw.

Have this urge to write original stories. Like, not just a vague "must write original stories" urge, but an urge to work on specific stories. This is Good. Also have idea for what to do with my KeenSpace account. Freaks and Geeks, coming soon to a website near you!

I am so utterly random today. Gah.