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Me, to co-worker: "I need a holiday to recover from my holiday." That pretty much sums up the last two weeks, yeah. I thought about going into detail, but fuck it. I'm not dwelling on it, or possibly just repressing it, whatever. I have better things to worry about.

Like, er, play WoW (Feralas so pretty), and clean, and write, and get some sort of routine so I can keep up with writing every day and keeping my flat in some semblance of clean, and stuff.

My desire not to wait for NaNo and start writing my fantasy boyloving story is growing by the day. Crap.

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Happy birthday, padredon!

Also, since I have you here, and also for the attention of troubleinchina and elance, when do people want to come over for the last two eps of Robin Hood? There will be chocolate fondue!