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clo_againSince 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
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
