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Meh. I should not be awake, but I was tossing and turning from just after four. And I'm going to go shopping so I might as well do it in the morning when there may be less people. Ack. Have no idea what to get for anyone. Will be shit presents. Oh well. Never mind.

I wrote a bit of sequel last night. I realised what my problem was. I'd been thinking about it in terms of plot, when in fact it's all about torturing Johnny as much as I possibly can. So. Yeah. Hee.

I do it out of love! Really!

Is cold. Eek.

Oh. Yesterday we went and got the christmas tree and I was the one that cut it down. Yay. Though, um, wilful participation in wholesale murder of plants. But parental pressure, so no mind. When I grow up, current plan is that I will have a large cactus in a pot and use that for a christmas tree. Because, dude. Cactus.

*collopses*

No, really. Went to Braehead and shopped for a bit over one-and-a-half hours and then walked back carrying products of shopping. Thankfully now have all shopping done. Still. I went in with pretty much nothing in the way of preconceived notions and I think that actually worked because I could just look at stuff and go, "yeah, that," instead of, "that would be good but it's not what I was planning to get..."

Bloody Bookworld with its 3 for £20 offer. Got self a lovely book of photos of the Sahara as part of it, but the bags weigh a fecking ton. Gah.

Um. Hmm. Ugh.

Should wrap at some point but cannot be arsed just yet.

Ugh. Ow. Also ick because am sweaty. Argh.

OK. Read more fic, write more Johnny-torture, wrap stuff later. Yay.