Let's pretend. Happy end.
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leahbobetAugust 3, 2009 Progress Notes:
Saturnalia
Words today: 1300.
Words total: 7000.
Reason for stopping: I tried to go to bed, and this book dragged me back by the collar and kept me going for seven hundred words longer than I planned to by its refusal to find a nice round number to stop on. And now I really need to go to bed.
Darling du Jour: The comment had the courtesy to wait until it was all the way out of his mouth before announcing just how stupid as shit he'd been to make it. Apparently it hurt his head to wince right now.
Things Yet to Cough Up Their Names:Some club two levels up (The Pendulum); its owner, who apparently owes Zeke precisely two favours; the band name Zeke and Gregory have been gigging under.
Mean Things: No filter between the brain and mouth the night after gettin' high! Also: the unsettling feeling of remembering a taste of Scary Danger.
Books in progress: Daniel Rabuzzi, The Choir Boats.
The glamour: More to do list: cooking, cleaning, putting away of laundry, that sort of thing. Also, watched my fresh toasty episode of True Blood whilst doing my toenails blue for Worldcon. This is probably legitimately glamorous. Now I am all matchy in my artificial colouration of body parts.
The To Do List has officially expired. As predicted, I hit about 2/3 of the things actually on it, but mostly it was the right 2/3, so that's fine. At this point I'll just slash it down to things I actually, no joking, seriously need to do before going away, and that'll be that.
Okay. Bed now. Work tomorrow. Gah. Bed.
Saturnalia
Words today: 1300.
Words total: 7000.
Reason for stopping: I tried to go to bed, and this book dragged me back by the collar and kept me going for seven hundred words longer than I planned to by its refusal to find a nice round number to stop on. And now I really need to go to bed.
Darling du Jour: The comment had the courtesy to wait until it was all the way out of his mouth before announcing just how stupid as shit he'd been to make it. Apparently it hurt his head to wince right now.
Things Yet to Cough Up Their Names:
Mean Things: No filter between the brain and mouth the night after gettin' high! Also: the unsettling feeling of remembering a taste of Scary Danger.
Books in progress: Daniel Rabuzzi, The Choir Boats.
The glamour: More to do list: cooking, cleaning, putting away of laundry, that sort of thing. Also, watched my fresh toasty episode of True Blood whilst doing my toenails blue for Worldcon. This is probably legitimately glamorous. Now I am all matchy in my artificial colouration of body parts.
The To Do List has officially expired. As predicted, I hit about 2/3 of the things actually on it, but mostly it was the right 2/3, so that's fine. At this point I'll just slash it down to things I actually, no joking, seriously need to do before going away, and that'll be that.
Okay. Bed now. Work tomorrow. Gah. Bed.
