*blinks* Random Googling produces the best things...

In my idle search to see how noticable tennis slash is becoming in Google searches - I found a roundabout link to Deuce on the second page but nothing more apparent really - I came across this:

"This is not to say that Federer does not use the strong arm when required, for he can hit forehands and backhands of immense power. However, it is the sheer variety that is so thrilling. Whereas Roddick paints in primary colours, the Swiss master uses the full palette."

How good a metaphor is that for Andy and Roger? I mean, wow.

I am still working on Break Point, which I think has now decided to be the second-to-last part instead. The series wants a concluding ficlet afterwards. *sighs* Muses. Tense is still slowing me down, since I seem to have lost the ability to write consistently in 3rd person past tense and have to keep going back to change it. Gggrrrrr.

This was a random post, brought to you by random things at a random time of night.

Clo

EDIT: I finally, finally got Break Point working for me somewhat. Not finished but I've passed the 1,000 word mark at last and after that, it's usually all easy-going. *sighs* Don't know why it took me so long to get back into the right gear for this fic, but I've got it now, I hope.

Also just realised I need to rewrite my Creative Writing portfolio over the next three weeks. Woe. But I'll think about that tomorrow... right now, must get some sleep since I have a seminar in about... seven hours?

Night!

*wails in indecision*

It's only money right? People's - namely me - happiness/wellbeing is more important right? Even though the cost of shipping is just ouch.

*paces* Can't decide, can't decide... And I have five minutes before I have to go to English.

Argh! I need a desk toy to make these decisions for me!

EDIT: Oooooh I feel broke. Accomplished but broke.

Oh god. I just spent a week's budget in one day.

That's bloody good even for me. *blinks*

EDIT: *howls* NOW they tell me I might get extra customs handling charges and so on! *kicks them* Cheeky f**kers. Oh well. It's not like I'm importing livestock or anything, so they can't charge me that much. Right?

*checks* Oh dear. Think more like two week's budget. o_O

They'd better bloody get here on time or Clo will sulk.

*sighs*

Going to cook dinner an hour or so ago, discovered that neither of our fridges were working. Me and K tried pulling one out, unplugging it and plugging it back in but nothing, so complained to the porter. Was advised to pull them both out again and try a hairdryer in the plug socket. Much fridge shifting later, decided that neither plug socket worked at all and called the porter again. So now he's coming up to fix the plug sockets. *sighs* Always one thing or another.

On the plus side when I went down to the porter's, I checked my post and dukedee's CDs had arrived. ^__^ Yay! Will listen to them while I fic after the porter's gone.

Stupid fridges. I swear the electrics in this flat have gone nuts since we got back. -_-

Clo