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what a pretty, pretty day.

i'm off to write smut.

on the down side, the dog peed on the floor, but i think i may be able to get my mom to clean it up. and either way, i'm not getting out of bed.

right, smut.

something is wrong with the "y" key. this is really annoying.

apparently writing is tiring work. two and a half hours of writing (four pages single-spaced) then requires two and a half hours of sleep. hey, sleep is good. but i did intend to finish two short-shorts today and paint the chair.

*yawn*

there was someone named ins in my dream, who, as far as i can tell based on our tiny acquaintance, didn't really particularly act like her. she was a nice useful supporting character who helped to figure out whatever we were trying to figure out. it had something to do with a painting and there were people trying to kill my mother, but i can't remember it very well. maybe it doesn't make enough sense to remember now.

one of these things just doesn't belong here