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So I'm writing porn - not in your fandom, sorry - and about a thousand words in, they start talking about farts. Admittedly relevant, because there's rimming involved, but... Dudes! *cries*

Also, I've discovered it's the adverts on bloody hotmail that sometimes make stuff run slow, by taking up 60% of my CPU. No, really, I closed that tab and things went way down. *shakes head in disbelief*

I'm going to finish the porn before I go to sleep. No, I am, because I'm just about past the fart conversation - I'd take it out but it's actually terribly IC - and I know what happens so I just need to loosen up and let the words out. Easy peasy. Yeah.

ETA: Two and a half hours later, I have another thousand, and it's done. Grand. I could have been done hours ago if I hadn't been fucking around reading and playing stupid games. Never mind.

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I am one of those people who thinks Saturday mornings are for sleep. Mind you, I tend to think most times are for sleep. However, the guy next door thinks Saturday mornings are for gardening. Right now, clipping the hedge. A lot. Loudly. Actually, it might be a guy going round the houses doing it, because I'm sure it was quieter a while ago. Still. *sigh*

I should not be awake. It is not fair. Etcetera. Also my foot hurts.