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Aaaaaaagh. Internet is not working in my room but it is downstairs so I am sitting here shivering instead of being in my nice warm bed, and I am doing this so I can continue to read a bad long fic... and also, I saw things that I have written in parts of it, and I hope I've progressed past that, but whatever... and also I am twitchy because I am low on meds and I think I might go get myself a beer and hope it calms me down, because two small ones got me through making and eating dinner with familials, so... mm. yes. I just don't understand why 'nando isn't happy. It's not fair. And being here means I can't write more of the thing which is on 'nando but being on 'nando to write means I can't do lj or read badfic or play any of the games which are my outlet when I'm attempting to write, so I can't really write right now anyway, and my head hurts and I am cold and grr, dammit. Beer.

ETA: *cackles* I got beer and I'm reading and... she just used the euphemism "organic telephone pole". Mim - this is the same woman that wrote the one with Snape's ridiculously sensitive arse and whose SGA fic I recognised through Sheppard's ridiculously sensitive arse, and oh look! Methos has a ridiculously sensitive arse! OK, mood-swings are sometimes fun. Hee.

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omg 'nando is not 'netting. so i am downstairs. waah.

here it is storming. the thunder is loud and the cat is yowling. the lightning is bright overhead when I see it. oooh. I like storms.

i wish i could write.

thunder rumbles out
rain patters on the window
home is warm and dry

crap, stop with the spn bunnies, kbk, you have other things to write. *sigh* also everything I've been writing lately is upstairs and so I'm gonna haveta sort out the filestick or something, or just go up and hide and not mind that i have no 'net. crap, that one was *bright*. eee.