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I wasted most of my waking hours yesterday and today in an ultimately futile attempt to untangle the biggest yarn tangle I've ever had the misfortune to meet. True, I did manage to watch four low-budget horror movies and witnessed the First Doctor, Ian, Barbara and Susan deal with the Aztecs, the Sensorites and two other story arcs (that I've already forgotten because I'm absentminded like that) while I fought with the yarn, but that's not really the point.
In the end, I gave up. I cut off what I could salvage, and tossed the rest into the trash.
In other, equally frustrating, news - I've been sneezing all evening, which I can only assuming is a sudden onset of allergies. This wouldn't be so bad if it hadn't come right on the heels of a completely retched cold that I've only just mostly recovered from.
That's right, I'm sneezing AND coughing things up. Right now, as I lie here in my pepto pink sleep tank that says "Hello, my name is High Maintenance" and too-big, blue plaid sleep shorts with a kleenex perpetually shoved up the nose holes as needed, alternatively coughing something up or sniffling something back, I am one attractive woman, I'm sure.
One cool thing that I forgot to mention before, Beyond 84 Charing Cross Road has received far more reviews than I ever thought possible considering it's only up to 11 chapters and not a single bit of smut to speak of. You could have knocked me over with a feather when![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
devsgma told me we had surpassed 200 reviews on Ashwinder alone a few weeks ago. It's enough to make a girl giddy.
Well, that and being sort of light headed from the cold and the allergies and the pills for both.
In the end, I gave up. I cut off what I could salvage, and tossed the rest into the trash.
In other, equally frustrating, news - I've been sneezing all evening, which I can only assuming is a sudden onset of allergies. This wouldn't be so bad if it hadn't come right on the heels of a completely retched cold that I've only just mostly recovered from.
That's right, I'm sneezing AND coughing things up. Right now, as I lie here in my pepto pink sleep tank that says "Hello, my name is High Maintenance" and too-big, blue plaid sleep shorts with a kleenex perpetually shoved up the nose holes as needed, alternatively coughing something up or sniffling something back, I am one attractive woman, I'm sure.
One cool thing that I forgot to mention before, Beyond 84 Charing Cross Road has received far more reviews than I ever thought possible considering it's only up to 11 chapters and not a single bit of smut to speak of. You could have knocked me over with a feather when
devsgma told me we had surpassed 200 reviews on Ashwinder alone a few weeks ago. It's enough to make a girl giddy.Well, that and being sort of light headed from the cold and the allergies and the pills for both.