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omg *relief* got moneys yay. of course now feel guilty because I'm sponging off paternal for most of what I actually need - everything but beer, chocolate and bus fare. well, pretty much.

So I went to the charity shop and apologised for not going in yesterday, and I went and deposited the cheque (and dammit, it feels like a lot of money but I already owe over half of it) and I went to the shop and bought beer and cake and cigarettes (because I finally finished the pack I brought back from Mexico in stress of y'day and today.) Ooh, my hands are jiggling, that's exciting.

Fill in form, that's what I have to do. Then if I get on the CELTA course and if I get my head sorted out a little then I might be able to get a job in China or something and fuck the debt I don't actually care. I'll just wait for somebody to die and leave me money. Or, of course, fame and fortune as a novelist. Yeah. The first is actually more likely; and that is, not at all. Whateva.

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I just made myself write a thing *three days before the deadline!* It is porny, yo. And it may be crap because I have been drinking but editing can of course occur. I could even write another one, in the fandom I said I would be writing in, because really, you can't have too much porny fic around. Well, as long as it's at least semi-decent. Which mine apparently is. So there.

OK. There's only about a glass of wine left in the bottle. Do I finish it or leave it for tomorrow? It has been open for a while... Hmm.

ETA: That means I have to wait before I can post it! That... that's just wrong! Also vaguely ironic, because the idea that gave me the structure that let me write the damn thing was to do with patience, but never mind. *drinks wine*