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Slushed. Exhausted. but my suck monkey's off bothering other people now at least. And speaking of bothering, I just threw nothing into the hallway, and the cat is upset because he can't find it. He's wandering around, howling. He's checked all the usual places. he's very confused. He saw me throw it. he was right there at the end of the couch, and I threw it... He's eyeing the bookcases. I may need to really throw something soon. He's checking my bed now. It couldn't have just disappeared, after all.

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Tomorrow will be a revision day. I didn't write today, just napped because I only had about 4 hours of sleep last night (I went to bed in time for 5, but woke up after one and checked e-mail, so it counts more as a nap). So I slept for 3.5 hours after work, got up, made dinner and did my slush. Cause I know how rejectomancy works, it's not fair of me to get these people's hopes up unjustly. I'm going to tidy up a little bit before I go to sleep, and then some more tomorrow. Just clothing tonight, books and papers tomorrow, and maybe the vacuum cleaner. And then revisions. I've finished 4 new stories and two revisions in the past two months, which is means I should have more than two stories circulating right now (technically three, but I think the one is on it's last pro market). So tomorrow I'll revise, and either get something(s) good enough to go out, or at least better, and table it again for a bit. Wounds, the starfish story (stupid title, I know), is better and worse than I was expecting, but I think it's got top priority, as I want to send it to poly3 first. but now, clean up and sleep. stay good, all of you!