I'm going to spend the day replying to mail and answering comments and reading and feedbacking and stuff. In a parallel universe. In this one I'm going to sit in a basement buggering about with adverts for farm machinery.
The two-lines fic is a mess and a disaster and has no point and is not finished.
People I know going through bad shit, which makes me feel stupid for writing silly stories about actors.
Feeling sad about Elliott Smith.
Have to go to work in ten minutes.
It's really bloody cold!
But the clouds are a nice pink colour this morning.
The two-lines fic is a mess and a disaster and has no point and is not finished.
People I know going through bad shit, which makes me feel stupid for writing silly stories about actors.
Feeling sad about Elliott Smith.
Have to go to work in ten minutes.
It's really bloody cold!
But the clouds are a nice pink colour this morning.
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