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I dragged myself away from teh internets yesterday because the housework was becoming urgent. Seriously, I probably committed some form of genocide in eradicating the dustbunnies. Feel much better now that I'm not living in abject squalor. That Dyson animal-hair vacuum was worth every penny.

And I got some writing done! On something that might be pretty cool if I can pull it off.

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Work's been really busy the last few days, but the project that was eating all my time is shipping Friday, yay!

I did ALL my dishes, which took longer than it should have. I own a dishwasher, but its performance has proved unsatisfactory. This is one reason things tend to pile up. I also attacked the newly-evolved race residing in my refrigerator. They'd almost developed guided missiles, y'all.

Still nurturing the plot bunny. It's gotten to the point where stuff is popping into my head of its own accord, which is always good, and something I feared might not happen with this one. Bwa ha ha, any further details are secret. >D

I made all this food, but now I'm not hungry. *cries* All I want is coffee and cigarettes.

Given my inability to sit with my feet on the floor, and my dietary habits of late, I have tried to get my parents to fess up that they adopted me from a mysterious institution in Winchester, but so far they won't admit it.