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Been a weird frickin' roller coaster of a week, so it seems appropriate that tomorrow I'm going the theme park route; friday's ice-skating and bowling and I have to pay for none of it. My job, occasionally, rocks. It kinda makes up for the fact that I can barely keep my eyes open, and certainly can't be of interest. Times like this I get most sad that I live alone, that I'm oddly shaped and my pieces don't click to fit other people's. I'd like to settle my head onto the uncomfortable bones of someone else's shoulder and doze off slowly to the rhythm of their breathing. Gonna make some dinner instead, possibly some tea, pummel a stuffed panda into a comfortable position on which to rest my head and watch something prettily moving on my screen.

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Curious thought: discussion of *isms doesn't include homosexuality, because it's not an *ism it's a *phobia, apparently. It kind of institutionally excuses it, doesn't it? Can't be helped, can't do anything about an irrational phobia, that's why it's irrational.

Podfic!

Just recorded one of my tiny little fics to answer a few questions I had. Answers:

Yes, my voice is still painful and shredded from Monday, unfortunately; yes, you can actually hear how tired I am; qualified yes, apparently keeping all the windows closed and thrusting the microphone into a fluorescent pink sock does dull the seagull noise a little.

Podfic details and downloads here; and for those who haven't come across it, my podfics in general are hosted at the incredible audiofic archive.

(Mum, don't. It's for the best. :D)