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Okay, so I finally did it.

I created a journal only for writing. I promised myself that I wouldn't and still I did. That's me. -.-

I'm keeping everything privately locked and I'm mainly using it to dump chapters off in case the computer would go crash-y for some reason.

Gods, I'm not making any sense at all even to myself. I need some more sleep.

Nightynighty!

Okay, so I'm just going to make a short update today.

I got back to work after two blissful weeks off. It was a fucking mess. Heads will roll. I'm PMS-ing.

I also got two New Year's resolutions for this year:
1) Lose between 10 and 15 kilos. I'm a fat toad and I refuse to be that any longer. I'm almost 20 kilos over what I weighed a year and a half ago and that's at least 15 kilos too much. So no more cookies/chocolate/chips/late night dinners for me.

2) Finish one story. Doesn't matter which one or how long it'll be, although I doubt it'll be Mirrors mostly because it scares me to really start it. Writing a few scenes here and there, fine, but the whole story? Maybe in 10 years or so. Anyway, I'm for once going to finish a story I've started on.

That's all, folks.

Baby works again, save for a few keys.

I have twelve days to work left before I have holidays, the rest of this week and the next two. Then, on the Monday my holidays starts when Tweetie's left for work I'm going to clean out this flat completely. I might not celebrate Christmas, but I'm not going to sit in this mess during my two weeks off, dammit!!

Typed up a loooooong mail to Tweetie this morning and I just hope that the Bank didn't swallow it on the way to her. I tried to decode any nasty words that might ruffle their feathers so I think it should make it through.

People's stupidity never fail to amuse me, that's all I can say.

Now I'm going back to sleep, have to write Teenyboppers for Tweetie later because she passed her Latin exam she had last week, or if it was the week before that. Anyway, in a weak moment, I promised her a whole chapter of the damn teenage drama if she passed it. X.x

*cackles* ... *points to icon*
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And Tweetie sits with her hand in yoghurt and talks to it. O.o

One day I am going to go through the links saved in my writing-folder in favourites and actually get some order in it.

One day...

Just not today. Or tomorrow.

/pointless rant