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Thud, the Rollins Plan
Dec. 20th, 2007 12:54 amDecember 19, 2007 Progress Notes:
"Mister Oak"
Words today: 225.
Words total: 1225.
Reason for stopping: It is bedtime.
Tea: Raspberry.
Munchies: N/A.
Exercise: N/A.
Mail: Nomail.
Darling du Jour: He no longer felt an amity with the other trees and bushes, who had raised him up from a child and whispered with him in the wind when the nights chilled to distraction. He would gladly sacrifice the blackberries. The nasty-minded roses could be clipped and put in her hair.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A
Research Roundup: Picture windows.
Mean Things: Unrequited interspecies luuuurv.
Books in progress: Justina Robson, Keeping It Real.
The glamour: I finished the second batch of buns. And I made an icon. Really, that took most of the evening.
Okay, so I got over the seething hate. Rather abruptly, actually. I went and ogled Maynard some and then I felt better.Hot boy chests music clearly does soothe the savage beast.
Also, my shiny new icon is for when I need to Get Things The Fuck Done With Henry Rollins. Don't make Hank punch you in the teeth because you didn't get your wordcount. He's a busy man.
"Mister Oak"
Words today: 225.
Words total: 1225.
Reason for stopping: It is bedtime.
Tea: Raspberry.
Munchies: N/A.
Exercise: N/A.
Mail: Nomail.
Darling du Jour: He no longer felt an amity with the other trees and bushes, who had raised him up from a child and whispered with him in the wind when the nights chilled to distraction. He would gladly sacrifice the blackberries. The nasty-minded roses could be clipped and put in her hair.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A
Research Roundup: Picture windows.
Mean Things: Unrequited interspecies luuuurv.
Books in progress: Justina Robson, Keeping It Real.
The glamour: I finished the second batch of buns. And I made an icon. Really, that took most of the evening.
Okay, so I got over the seething hate. Rather abruptly, actually. I went and ogled Maynard some and then I felt better.
Also, my shiny new icon is for when I need to Get Things The Fuck Done With Henry Rollins. Don't make Hank punch you in the teeth because you didn't get your wordcount. He's a busy man.
