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*points to the post below her on her flist*

What kindoftrouble said.

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Being half-asleep kills any ability you have to tell the time. Really. I just woke up, looked at the clock, read 2:24pm and leapt out of bed with what amounts to a shriek in sleep-fuzzled land. Had a shower, looked at the clock again... and I'd mysteriously regained two hours of my life since it was actually 12 and not 2. Brief temporal confusion that I'm still dealing with.

I'm really not at my brightest when I've just woken up. Sigh.

Unfortunately oversleeping means I didn't call my 'rents in time for them to record Andy's match this morning, which means kinsoftrouble has something *else* to bribe me with and I should get working on that vamp!fic right now if I ever want to get out of debt to her and lossi ever. Work? What work? That's what the rest of the week is for! ;)

Apart from feeling hungry -- though it being two hours earlier than I thought explains why not as hungry as I would've expected -- I'm feeling just shiny today. Like I could run a marathon or at least go for a gentle jog. It's inexplicable given that I stayed up until five am to watch you bloody well lose, Andy Roddick but it's good. Hopefully it'll last all day and I can walk to the shop to get chocolate in a little while.

Weird dreams last night. Very very weird. I think anime has infected my subconscious.

And I really need a "Do'h!" icon of someone hitting Andy with something. Don't think I'd be short of volunteers to post for the picture right now. -_-

edit: Oh and we decided that kindoftrouble needs to become a sports psychologist so she can go sort Andy's head out for him. And introduce us. And slip in the odd question like "So what do you *really* think of Roger?" into their sessions.

Poor Andy. If we pulled off half these plans, he wouldn't know what'd hit him. Might start playing better tennis though.

Dammit flist!

No one's updated in something like six hours and you're freaking me out.

*pokes*