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So by letting stuff sneak up on me, I have officially buggered up the next week of my life, but hey. I've got it figured now, and at worst it will involve two one-and-a-half-hour walks per day. Though srsly there is nothing quite like psyching yourself up to make a Big Important Srs Bsns phonecall and getting to fucking voicemail.
Still can't write. Couldn't fall asleep last night; I tossed, turned, bothered my dog, and failed to figure out how to solve the cause of the nihilism, and when I got home today I spammed Daisy another three times, one of which I had to do-over because Google is a bitch about you breaking their comment limit. If I was any good at writing I could belatedly work this in to my goddamn S3, but I am more likely to cut it short due to a mixture of brainfail and irlfail. (Yeah, I feel bad for the recipient, lovely person, deserves a real present. Also? An Aussie. YEAH.)
This fanart is amazing, I'm just saying.
I do at least now know what I want to result from irl in the next little while, but don't expect to see much of me next week. God and there is so much else too, fff.
Still can't write. Couldn't fall asleep last night; I tossed, turned, bothered my dog, and failed to figure out how to solve the cause of the nihilism, and when I got home today I spammed Daisy another three times, one of which I had to do-over because Google is a bitch about you breaking their comment limit. If I was any good at writing I could belatedly work this in to my goddamn S3, but I am more likely to cut it short due to a mixture of brainfail and irlfail. (Yeah, I feel bad for the recipient, lovely person, deserves a real present. Also? An Aussie. YEAH.)
This fanart is amazing, I'm just saying.
I do at least now know what I want to result from irl in the next little while, but don't expect to see much of me next week. God and there is so much else too, fff.