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I reeeeally want to go home right now and watch a couple of Stargate episodes for my

gateverse_remix. My brain keeps churning over ideas for the middle and end (yes, I am that far behind), but I need to watch a couple of things before I can pin down exactly what I want to write. Two specific episodes - and maybe a third if I have time. I suspect this story is going to be finished last minute, as ever. Well, it's always been my pattern, I guess. Damn this whole 'need to work to earn money to live' thing, though. It's very inconvenient. Well, as is my inability to knuckle down to a story unless I'm supposed to be doing something else. Eesh.

Oh, also I must finish off those icons for the comm, Abyssis! I promise I will, by the end of this week. And also buy a copy of the Stargate film (the original one, that is).

I want to get a cat. I can't, where I'm living, but I wish I could. When I move next year, it absolutely has to be somewhere I can have a cat. I miss having pets so much – since I left home I haven't lived anywhere that allowed me to own anything larger than a hamster, and although I loved my beautiful little Eugene very much, he wasn't exactly cuddleable. And I'd love to have a dog, too, what I could take for walks. A big(ish), scruffy dog.

Okay, that's today's random sample of my brain.

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Doesn't it suck to be in a total fannish mood and be stuck at work? Bleh! *looks at clock* *realizes she has to drag her fannish mood to work*

Well, as is my inability to knuckle down to a story unless I'm supposed to be doing something else. Eesh.

What is with that? Do our brains hate us or something?

No swear on the icons! I'm being slow as molasses at getting the thing set up and ready to go anyway. (must write faq. must write faq.) Yay movie!

Kitties are for the win. Doggies even more so. That's the one good thing about living back at home for the moment - kitty!

I hope the rest of today goes quickly and the fannisness lasts when you get home!

My brain hates me. My brain just wants to procrastinate. So when I need to work, it wants to think of stories, and when I have time to write stories, it just goes 'lalalala, not going to do it, go and watch TV instead'. Curses.

I occasionally go back home and visit my dad's cat (*points at icon*), but she's really not worth the effort. I've never known a more neurotic creature. She won't let you come near her, and when she finally deigns to come close, she'll run away instantly if you move. Daft animal. What's the use of a cat you can't cuddle? We feed her, and... that's about all you can say for the relationship. *g*

And, phew, glad you're not waiting on me to do that icon, 'cause it had gone completely out of my brain. *g*