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I've got to stop doing this. This is the second morning in a row that I've got up at 5am supposedly to do my Admin coursework, and instead, have spent the morning checking LJ. Damn you LJ friends! Damn you for being interesting and funny and creative!

...Oh, not really. *hugs all of you*

NST/PMS?

Eurgh. I'm moody today. I don't know if it's that time of the month, but I feel tender and sore, and generally cranky. If I'm overly snarky in anyone's comments today, I apologise in advance.

I want a lot of ridiculous things at the moment. Top of that list is to be able to mold the world like a huge blob of clay, to just manipulate it in my hands until Rapid City is like a two hour commute from Melbourne. That would make me very happy.

( In an ideal lover... )

This is not a mood to write fic. This is a mood where I want to write Casey/Lisa fic just to split them up and cause pain. (Mind you, my muses are doing what all smart men do during Nature's Special Time - they're staying out of sight.)

Grrrr! Argh!

My morning can be summed up by:

- Headaches
- Tired
- Cranky
- And the phrase, "I'm already in the middle of four things, don't give me another four to do right *now*!"

Fear my wrath!

I am tired, I am cranky, I am following emrinalexander's lead and declaring myself a BNF.

Oh, yes. I am a BNF of Sports Night. I don't care that my Epic Pieces Of Fiction are either unfinished or very, very short and pointless. I don't care that my muses are currently hiding under Celli's couch. I'm a BNF, dammit!

Feel free to apply for the position of minion, follower, worshipper, etc, below.

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Okay, fine. *dramatic sigh*

I'll go and get some work done now.

Secret hopes for tomorrow:

- I will not feel ill (temperature? chills? headache? Those cramps had nothing to do with NST.)

- Telstra shares will not fall below $5.00 *crosses fingers* Otherwise, I'm going to have irate clients to deal with because of admin errors.

- I will get the Admin work done tonight, and not have it hanging over my head.

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*kicks self*

Stop stuffing around on the computer and get your study done.