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Lawdy but it's cold today. I should be going into town to buy clothes - significantly, more jumpers - but it's really difficult to motivate myself when my bedroom has three exterior walls and two windows and is therefore the most ridiculously frigid room in the house. I haven't even managed to make myself a cup of tea, yet, let alone doing the responsible getting bus and buying things part.

I ought to do some writing today, also. I'm terrible at wrisomifu - I'm supposed to write for 10 minutes every day, but so far I've managed ten minutes a day for two days, about an hour a few days later, and nothing again for a little while. So like I say, tonight I'll attempt to get something written, even if I have not the slightest clue what it'll be.

I also intend to get in touch with some people about my homophobia study thing and do some of the preliminary reading, and possibly watch Stardust. We'll see how I go.

One thing: if you have the time, and don't mind telling me, I'd really love to know what you do with your days. I mean, I know vague things about most people - someone's working in an office, someone else is studying, someone's being awesome in retail - but what're you up to, right now? Actually, I'm even going to screen the comments, and won't unscreen unless that's okay with you. How's that?

I'm insufferably nosy, see, and no one updates livejournal nearly enough for me.

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[lavvyan.livejournal.com]

Right now, I'm doing this:

When the Ancient game they'd been playing for the last two years turned out not to be so much of a game after all, John and Rodney tried very hard to find a new way to spend their free time. They watched movies and various sports games. They played chess. They invented the Atlantis version of paint ball, which invariably involved Rodney limping home with a smeared stain of Ancient chalk on his shirt and was therefore only played four times. None of those pastimes were entirely satisfying, though. The two of them were too used to eye each other suspiciously over the top of a monitor, and so eventually Rodney caved and shut himself in his quarters for two days with several MREs, chocolate, a coffemaker, the good coffee, and a copy of World of Warcraft: The Burning Crusade.

When he stumbled out of his room, the Pegasus galaxy's first MMORPG had been born: Adventures of Ancient. He loaded it onto the Atlantis main frame and stumbled back to his quarters to sleep for sixteen hours after sending a short email announcing the game's existence.

When he woke up again, the Atlantis expedition was hooked.

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Knievel the Mighty was on a mission. He was to deliver the Eye of the Gods to the man who held his current contract, a fat Orc named Fuck Schroedinger's Cat. Fuck Schroedinger's Cat was a Player Character and obviously too lazy to go on the quest himself. Knievel didn't mind. He could use the money the Orc would pay him for a new armour: the old, cheap one was creaking so noisily by now that it made stealth and sneakery nearly impossible.

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You can unscreen if you want. Clearly I have no shame.

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