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Totally unproductive day. Did some tidying, not much, did some editing, thirteen pages (yes, not chapters; pages), no writing, and watched an episode of The Sentinel (The Inside Man) that had me making ick noises at the screen.
For an episode with Lilah and Jenny Calendar in it, it really shouldn't have sucked that much, but it did. Where was Blair? What the hell was Jim playing at? Who wrote this piece of sentimental, cliched dreck?
Okay, I suppose they can't all be fun....
And one day, Blair and Jim are going to be sitting in the loft, exchanging smouldering glances and plotting seduction and/or a slam dunk on the kitchen table and the door's going to get knocked down as every woman they've ever seduced and told that yes, maybe we can do this again later, when the time's right, comes calling all at once.
Including the dead ones.
For an episode with Lilah and Jenny Calendar in it, it really shouldn't have sucked that much, but it did. Where was Blair? What the hell was Jim playing at? Who wrote this piece of sentimental, cliched dreck?
Okay, I suppose they can't all be fun....
And one day, Blair and Jim are going to be sitting in the loft, exchanging smouldering glances and plotting seduction and/or a slam dunk on the kitchen table and the door's going to get knocked down as every woman they've ever seduced and told that yes, maybe we can do this again later, when the time's right, comes calling all at once.
Including the dead ones.