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I hate subject lines.

It appears that something I attempted to do in my information didn't work out. Namely the heart. This bothers me a little, along with an awkward sentence or two, but I'm really far too lazy to bother correcting it right now.

I'm very excited by this business of us getting not dial-up. It will mean I will be less loathe to do things like correct information, and I'll also have a computer in my bedroom. Exciting.

I'm trying to nudge my muses awake so I can do prose-version character sketches of some of them. Really, it's not even the muses, I'm just a lazy fucking asshole who's much more interested in serial adding favourites rather than accomplishing anything. In my defence, I started writing at 3 am last night and the only reason I stopped was the typewriter ribbon went wonky. That's what I get for using one that's been through two generations of my family before me. It doesn't matter too much, because it wasn't very good.

Jesus Christ, this sounds so whiny. I'm not trying to be whiny, I'm just very tired and bored. Not even that. I don't know.

You know, for a writer, I seem to be caught with extremely insufficient words these days.

~C