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[clo_again]

Pace. Pace. Pacepacepace. I'm in that mood, where you annoy everyone in the room by tapping your fingers restlessly without even realising you're doing it. Absolutely everything seems to slow and tedious; if I hadn't already checked my post today, I'd go just for the sake of walking. Read 50 pages of Middlemarch. Emailed the Dragon. Decided Stephen Fry is cool because I'm only nine pages into his book on poetry and he's mentioned Roger. *Finally* flew the Dodo on GTAII all the way around the islands and managed to land the right way up, (with a few minor rolls. We'll ignore the catching on fire the second time I tried it.) Ascertained that my railcard is nowhere to be found, which is just great when we're buying rail tickets tomorrow. I'm not quite at the point of replying to all those emails I've been putting off looking at for weeks but oh, I'm so close. Oh, and I'm downloading Serenity from Illegal-Student-Network (tm). Half downloaded. They've bloody well buggered off.

At least this is productive restlessness. If I can just dig my muses out of whatever pit they've been hiding themselves in...

What is it with January and writer's block? Weird.

edit: Oh, and I dreamed that an army of killer alligators was invading last night. I was fighting back with a flamethrower.

Definitely must be Tuesday.

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The Ode Less Travelled, his guide to writing poetry. :) It's only a passing mention to illustrate how you can't quite appreciate how good he is if you've never picked up a tennis racquet but it made me squee. ^_^ And aaww! I didn't know he was there though I was happy Hugh Laurie won. :) It's definitely sweet.