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I optomistically looked at the latest part of Underneath around, oh... six hours ago and decided it'd take me another two hours at the most. Which just proves I get far too easily distracted and I am terrible at judging fic. However it's up at clofic and I had a revelation in terms of plot so I'm happy and the muses are getting sex, so they're happy, and generally, everyone is happy. Except me about the fact it's five am and bloody *light* outside my window. I am going to bed and then I am going to wake up and work very very hard for the next week so I do not fail this year. This is a good plan and not something I came up with in mild panic at five am. Really.

So I'm off to implement said plan then. *yawns* Night!

Clo

Oh he's going to get a good kicking.

Rog, I am working for the first time in about three months and you taking the stupid pills from Andy has NOT. HELPED. What is the deal with you and birthdays; you lost to Safin almost on his birthday, you just lost to Rafa on his. I don't care if you forgot to buy them a present! Losing does not constitute a present, it just makes us mad!

I am going to hide my woes in the depths of postmodernism now. If he does this to me at Wimbledon, I swear I will write that final part to the Batter My Heart series that I've got locked up tight in a lead lined box at the back of my mind. And you, Roger, will not like it at all.

Well done to Rafa, though from the live scores is looked like all he had to do was show up and wave a racquet around. -_-

Stupid boy Roger.

Clo