*sighs woefully*

Why did I decide to do ten drabbles for my creative writing this week? WHY?! I hate editing. I hate drabbles. I am already so very overdue to send them and they aren't even typed up and edited or even all FINISHED yet.

Sometimes I decide to do very silly things. >_<

EDIT: The drabbles have eaten my brain, heehee! *falls off chair* Am crazy. Ignore me.

I'm on number 10. So far I've got them all down to exactly a 100 words. SO CLOSE DAMMIT.

EDIT2: Drabbles are sent, my back is killing me and I've suddenly realised that I've spent all this time working on something that I don't even know if my seminar group will accept as a proper piece. Pieces. Then again, half of them submit unfinished stuff every week so screw it. It's about time I started to try different things.

I am now going to have a shower and go to bed since it's 4:22am and I was exhausted before I even got up yesterday morning. *flops* Oh to sleep! To sleep purchance to dream...

Good night! Fic and pictures and replies to comments will all be coming very soon... after I've slept a bit. ^__^

*yawns*

Since the world is conspiring against me lately, the ficlets are still not done, I'm currently running on about five hours sleep and I'm supposed to be going out to see a play in about three hours. Which I'm looking forward to just... Oh! to sleep! And I'm getting up early tomorrow to go swimming. Anyone seeing a pattern of craziness beginning to emerge here? ;)

On the plus side, people keep joing Play Suspended, saying they love tennis slash andso on - which really makes me wonder how many 'closet-tennis-slashers' are out there. I'm starting to get the feeling that once we let them all know there's a fandom for it, they'll come running. It all comes back to a website... which I'm tempted, since I have a little spare money now I'm not going to Canada next year, to get an actual .com or .co.uk site and set one up as my project this summer. Which is very, VERY tempting with one minor snag... I have no idea how to make websites. Ergo my challenge in the next few months - in additon to writing all this fic, learning Italian, passing my exams and handing my essays in on time - is to learn how to make pretty websites. Oh dear. I've already given up sleep, what can I give up next? Eating? Will giving up breathing save me any time?

Was woken up this morning by a phone call from R to tell me Andy Roddick was winning his match, 4-0. She was hugely apologetic for waking me up, but I loved that someone had actually called me to tell the tennis scores so much that I was actually happy to be woken. ^__^ Obsessions can compensate for anything, even sleep. But... I have to grab a nap now if I'm not going to fall asleep tonight, but I should be online and writing fic when we get back... though I think a fairly early night is probably a good idea if I even want to get out of bed tomorrow.

In other news - it's raining again. As always. It's actually quite impressively persistant rain, even for Lancaster.

Clo

*yawns*

Well the play was fantastic. It was Ten Tiny Fingers, Nine Tiny Toes by Sue Townsend, about a totalitarian future where people are all separated into classes, from one to five, and only the upper classes are allowed to do things like have kids and live in towns and so on. The actors were fantastic, and the play itself had hints of 1984 - it was quite sad and a little spooky, to think of all the segrated classes, with certain classes only allowed to go on holiday to certain places and so on. It was more serious than I was expecting actually, but it didn't make it any less good.

I feel intellectual now. :) Which is good since I'm exhausted and don't think I could manage to accomplish anything else tonight. Muses are begging for attention but I know I'll write better if I sleep tonight then get up and go swimming in the morning to wake myself up, probably properly for the first time all week. I feel like I've actually worked and accomplished things this week, so I'm going to have a relaxing weekend finishing the calendar pictures and writing fic. It's nice that my muses finally decided to show up again... now I just wish they'd wait for me to get some sleep before trying to make me work. ^__^ I have various things planned to write over the next few weeks, so I'm putting my foot down and saying no more plotbunnies until Easter. I'll see how long I stick to that.

I'm off to actually get more than five hours sleep, for I think the first time this week. Yay! Goodnight!

Clo