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It's Thursday... that means it's only 1 day away from being Friday. And then it's the weekend, baby! WHOOT!

Random news item: At Least it's his second name Unlike this guy, although that was a name-change rather than a birth name but whatever...


I have very lil' to say of any great excitement this morning. But I did finally scrape the new years photos off the digicam. I didn't take any of them, I guess Richard must have done it cause there's a stunning shot right up his nostrils that could only have been taken by himself, or by the nonexistant migits scampering around the table legs...

Late res

Almost Friday. This is a good thing, then I have the whole weekend free just for my own nefarious purposes. K&BW are off for a weekend vacation somewhere before the boy starts his new job and I don't have to go to the city because there'll be nothing that urgently needs reading in my box at magic lab because I emptied it all out last week.

Also, nursing a bruised butt. Started cycling again after a many-month hiatus and I forgot how hard the saddle can be. So kinda' starting back up low, not really due to physical fatigue but more really ass-fatigue. Either that or I need a better saddle. See I didn't make any new years resolutions because I was just crawling around in a cold-riddled sludge and it's taken a while to shake off, but less a resolution and more of a decision is that I want to start taking better care of myself. The old job at the hotel was, seriously, all the exercise I needed. Stairs... fucking stairs... all damn morning every damn day. But I left there over a year ago and since then... well... let's say my middle name is now sedentary and I'm feeling the results of that a lil' bit too much. So now the boy's got a new job and doesn't need packed lunches there'll be nowhere near as much temptable junkfood in the house, which in turn is condusive to eating better. Because you should all know by now I have NO willpower. If it's not there it's not an issue, but you can't leave me here with a cream eclair and not expect me to scoff it.
So yeah, late but still valid, cause it's only January yet and the first 2 weeks don't count if you're coughing up your lungs every morning...

Now if my ass would quit being bruised...

Random thinking

Blaaaaaaaaaaagh.

( Needs Picspam )

I'm having another of those frustrating evenings where I feel like I wanna' write, but can't seem to concentrate. And when I do settle in I either can't decide what fic to work on, or keep opening stuff, deciding I don't want to work on that one after all, and closing them again.

So again I say... blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh.

*pokes mushy brain*

I think some day I'm going to have to have a clear out of the WIPS, and kill off the ones that really ARE dead. Because the only thing keeping them classified as WIP instead of scut is my own bloody-minded refusal to admit defeat. And you know when a fic's been inactive for more than 2 years that the chances of you finishing it are pretty much slim to bugger all.

Really should do that... mental housekeeping. Need to shake the cobwebs off, I think.