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My word count is short. *grrr* Okay, it's supposed to be 3000 +/- 10%. So, at the lowest, it's 2700 words. Damn it. I've only got 2400, and I've only got the synopsis to go.

Okay, this is going to be a wordy synopsis (or I'm just going to fudge the word count up).

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*pokes you*

Hey, you've all signed up for the Family Ficathon, right? It's nice and basic, and there's something delightful about seeing your favourite characters interact with their "families".

Um, I had something else fannish to add, and now I can't remember it. Huh.

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It is 4.10am and the only thing thinking slower than me is my PC. *groans* Work, you damn thing.

Meanwhile, celli now owes me porn.

***

Oh, my god. 10 minutes so far, to print out 4 out of 19 pages. Work! *glares at printer*

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Oh, *fuck* this! Okay, now it's printing, but IE and Word have stopped responding. Earrughgaghahgh!*

*That is the sound of a very tired and very frustrated fan. And I have to be up and out of bed in 2.5 hours. Erg.

^^^
ETA: It printed. I'm going to bed now. Tomorrow's going to be "fun". Erg.

*yawns*

Oooh. Mum dragged me out of bed, and then went above and beyond the call of duty by proof-reading the assignment. (She spotted two typos, but otherwise it seemed fine.)

I cannot sleep on the new trains. I physically can't. The seats are wider, and there's more space, but the seats are hard. They're fine if you're sitting up straight and awake. But just impossible to sleep in.

Anyway, started the morning with two slices of pizza and half a bottle of V (have the other half for later this morning) and just found out great news! The boss is out until 2pm today! Yay.

I mean, yeah, I have work to get done, but still... not dealing with the boss first thing in the morning? Damn, that makes me happy.

Protecting Your Sports Anchor from the Sasser Worm

Software Affected
- Red-blooded males within a 10' radius.

Software Not Affected
- Other professional women
- Males who are intimidated by high levels of attractiveness

If your Sports Anchor keeps emotionally shutting down, print these instructions for yourself, or to help a friend:

Instructions for dealing with the Sasser Worm
( Cut, because it will only amuse other silly SN fans... )

Mememity mememity meme...

Don't wanna work. *yawn* Just want to sit here and type as if I'm working. *yawns again*

Hence, the title meme (that I wanted to do yesterday, but had to do Assignment2). ( Titles ahoy! )

And now, I've been stuffing around for way too long, and need to get some work done.

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Things I did not need to know, but now do:

According to this site, Peter Kruase graduated from Gustavus Adolphus College in 1987.

Yep, there's a piece of information I'll never use.

SN Recs: Gen

Sometimes, I read SN fic for the big gay love. Sometimes, I read for the hot gay sex. Sometimes, I read for the UST-laden banter.

Other times? I just want the funny. The snark, with or without the slash.

And while I was covering reception, I found a couple of fics like that. A couple that literally made me laugh out loud. Those Stories Plus and As I Walk Through This World are two delightfully gen pieces that just capture the snark of SN. Such good little pieces... (and, fingers crossed, I'll remember to send feedback for them... when I've had more than about 2 hours sleep).

Consider this a 'Choose Your Own Adventure' fic.

For my SN Homophobic Wip... ( A poll! Just because I can! )

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A client just pointed out that my fly was undone.

*hangs head*

Man, I'm so tired I can barely hold my head up, but I have an hour ten minutes of work and then three hours of uni to go.

See, I can survive the day on 2 hours sleep, but once I hit that point where I've only slept for 2 hours out of the last 36 hours, it gets hard. *scrubs eyes*