Staggering out of bed this morning was something closely akin, I feel, to the labours of Hercules. It took all the willpower available and some that I'll have to pay back later to get moving, and then the cat moved smoothly under my feet as I came down the stairs, provoking a hissed comment of "Moggy! Gloves!", which makes sense after a bit, if you think about it, although I wasn't really thinking as I bounced down a step or two.
I intend to attempt to stay awake late on Saturday night, on the basis that I seem to write better when it's dark outside. The few little snippets of plotting I got done last night all happened after sundown, leading me to conclude that my muse is, in fact, vampiric.
Work are doing another of the "we only have a tiny connection, stop surfing so much" performances, so as per
inannajones' post this morning, I am surfing between 12:00 and 13:00 only. I'm contactable by SMS, phone, work email address, people banging on the workplace door, etc, in the meantime. If you do not have these numbers and addresses and believe that you should, do ask me for them.
My writing style appears to have been hijacked by Tycho. Perhaps this is a part repayment of the willpower loan from this morning. Evidently the Powers That Be accept many currencies. Bonus points are due to anyone who gets that reference.
I intend to attempt to stay awake late on Saturday night, on the basis that I seem to write better when it's dark outside. The few little snippets of plotting I got done last night all happened after sundown, leading me to conclude that my muse is, in fact, vampiric.
Work are doing another of the "we only have a tiny connection, stop surfing so much" performances, so as per
My writing style appears to have been hijacked by Tycho. Perhaps this is a part repayment of the willpower loan from this morning. Evidently the Powers That Be accept many currencies. Bonus points are due to anyone who gets that reference.
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