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It goes like this:

I come home all tired from work. Eat a little. Check the mail. Realize I have 8 hours to sleep if I go to bed immediately.

Then I go and take a peek at some fic communities/sites/whatnots. Just to be sure I'm not missing anything. Now I realize I have like 5 and a half hours to sleep.

How stupid is that?

Two weeks till the trip. Can't really believe it's happening yet, so will not panic until a later date. Two days off coming up, with the tight schedule of 'sit on the couch and write the bloody fic'. Must finish something before leaving the country and all that...

dlasta! Read that damn book already! I need your insight on you-know-what!

Five hours and twenty minutes. Gods! I'm going to be so dead tomorrow...

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Sunday morning. Woke up at 6.30 am. Am now at work. Can I just say blaah?

Blaah!

It's not so bad to work, though. At least we get more money from the weekend shifts, but still. Just realized I'm calling my shift a short one even though will work for 10 hours. Oh dear gods! I've become a moron.

I should go and drink another cup of coffee.

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Hmmm... Does anyone have a copy of 'Monsignor Renard', a mini series with mr. Monaghan in it? I think I'd like to watch it. Or maybe not. Or something...