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The secret to taking my mood from GLOOM to Hot damn, I rock is apparently deciding to see if my super-sexy stripey Carrie Akre-esque pants fit yet, and discovering that not only have I lost enough weight that they fit, I'd probably done so a while ago, because they're on the verge of loose. They claim to be an XL, but were clearly crafted by Lilliputians and are really closest to a 10.

I was going to say I was down to 15 works in progress (yes, "down to"), but I think I have another plot bunny.

Not sure I can even say that in the first place when 3 of them are novels. :(

No niece yet!!