Woke up stupidly early after a night of disturbing dreams. I've had me work out, showered, made the bed...
Urm. That's it. I have a thousand things to do; need to clean the kitchen, go for a run, write a chapter of fic, add some words to the novel, so much to do in the garden it's not true and the weather looks distinctly dangerous. Which is why, I suppose, I'm sitting on my arse, browsing LJ, drinking coffee, eating cheese and pears and listening to the radio (Neil Gaiman! on Jonathan Ross today peoples!)
Oh dear.
What a shame
Never mind.
Hey Jonathan Ross is playing the Eurovision hopefuls, the sun is shining through the billowing, thickening, darkly threatening clouds, next-door's cat is here life, is short and the coffee is good. Oh. Was that ours then? Meh. Sounds exactly like 10000 other songs. How tedious, that's never going to win. And Sweden's is the favourite? Sounds like Scott-Aitken-Waterman on helium. Bloody hell, that's awful!
What are you all doing today my babies? You're very quiet, don't tell me you've all moved over to the Place that Dare not Speak its Name? Or, worse - found lives O:! *G*
Urm. That's it. I have a thousand things to do; need to clean the kitchen, go for a run, write a chapter of fic, add some words to the novel, so much to do in the garden it's not true and the weather looks distinctly dangerous. Which is why, I suppose, I'm sitting on my arse, browsing LJ, drinking coffee, eating cheese and pears and listening to the radio (Neil Gaiman! on Jonathan Ross today peoples!)
Oh dear.
What a shame
Never mind.
Hey Jonathan Ross is playing the Eurovision hopefuls, the sun is shining through the billowing, thickening, darkly threatening clouds, next-door's cat is here life, is short and the coffee is good. Oh. Was that ours then? Meh. Sounds exactly like 10000 other songs. How tedious, that's never going to win. And Sweden's is the favourite? Sounds like Scott-Aitken-Waterman on helium. Bloody hell, that's awful!
What are you all doing today my babies? You're very quiet, don't tell me you've all moved over to the Place that Dare not Speak its Name? Or, worse - found lives O:! *G*
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