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[nny]

I would sum up my day in bullet points if I knew how to make bullet points, and coming from me... dude, you know I'm tired.

Brief recap, then.

This is the best post ever.

Both other agency staff were off. My inbox overflows.

Fire drill.

Sun burn.

Heartbeats by Jose Gonzalez and Roads to Moscow by Al Stewart are the best songs ever.

Starting the day with the theme from the Magnificent Seven means your day CANNOT be entirely bad.

apiphile, soupytwist, illmantrim and unravels are the bestest.

YAY EMPTY CALORIES!

Handed in notice.

Need possibly three right hands to do the amount of writing I want to do on this new story. Am, instead, doing none. Because I am tired. DAMMIT DAMMIT.

Will nap and be back and productive, as promised, later.

Bleurgh.

Comments

[agonistes]

For the record:

< li >Put stuff inside bullet points here.< / li >

Minus spaces, of course. :D

[illmantrim.livejournal.com]

you are the bestest-er!

*grins*

[apiphile.livejournal.com]

Writewritewritewrite!

[villainny.livejournal.com]

See, I've needed someone like you for SO LONG.

*serenades*

Yooooooooou, where have you been all my liiiiiiiife...

:D!

[apiphile.livejournal.com]

Waiting, apparently, for someone who appreciates the importance of giving up and going home for tea. :)

Have you written enough now or are you SKIVING ON THE INTERNET? *poke*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I... well no, but I have to do OTHER STUFF! And my gone flatmate called. The one who's moved out. And and and stuff and - yeah, okay, I suck. ¬_¬

I WILL!

[apiphile.livejournal.com]

GO AND WRITE, NNY.

[midnight-violet.livejournal.com]

i am currently dong battle with mean putery ness... that post is very cheering:D and you also have peach halves and tinned spaghetti, unless you've eaten it.