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I write more. Finished chapter two of Preying and sent it to poor Green who also got my first flashfic to beta. I feel like a slave driver, burying you under a pile of prose ::penitent lick::
I watched Angel last night and mused sadly as I flicked the heating on as David had just called to tell me the haze had burned off, it was lovely and sunny in L.A and he was looking out at palm trees. Talk of being taken to tar pits and Universal Studios by the company he's visiting made me feel that he is so going to pay for all this enjoyment. I'm left juggling soccer practises, a roofing contractor who said he'd be here today and, now I've rearranged my entire life around that fact is noticeable by his absence, and a baby whose idea of an argument winning tactic is snorting violently so that snot pours down her face, grossing me out so much I admit defeat. She thinks that's hilarious. I suppose at two years old, it's the little things that amuse.
I watched Angel last night and mused sadly as I flicked the heating on as David had just called to tell me the haze had burned off, it was lovely and sunny in L.A and he was looking out at palm trees. Talk of being taken to tar pits and Universal Studios by the company he's visiting made me feel that he is so going to pay for all this enjoyment. I'm left juggling soccer practises, a roofing contractor who said he'd be here today and, now I've rearranged my entire life around that fact is noticeable by his absence, and a baby whose idea of an argument winning tactic is snorting violently so that snot pours down her face, grossing me out so much I admit defeat. She thinks that's hilarious. I suppose at two years old, it's the little things that amuse.