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12 hours of sleep. That's new and different. Pretty much entirely nightmares. That's not.

Watched Hex and then came downstairs with a headache. Started to watch Paris or Somewhere, but the headache didn't want to, so I just put on the iTunes visualizer and fell asleep to that.

just_danceit is sick, so no massive appearance changes today.

Don't really know what I'm going to do today, other than possibly disassemble my laptop to find out what the fuck is so wrong with my sound card.

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Seriously, I think everyone (exaggeration) eats more than I do. Which is a problem and I'm not entirely sure how I'm going to fix it. It isn't that I'm not hungry, it's not even really that I'm lazy, it's that as soon as I think "Golly, I should eat something", something new and vitally important pops up and somehow it's three hours later before I go upstairs in search of food. Of which there is a limited selection because, hey, I'm not stocking my kitchen to live out of for the rest of my life. I'm trying to stick with cheap, fast, and easy, since, by the time I do drag myself upstairs, I don't really feel like doing much. I'm thinking I'm gonna do grilled tuna sandwiches tonight, but that may fry (pun intended) in favour of something faster and easier, particularly given the lack of really good pickle relish.

Housemate is out of town this weekend, huzzah! He apologized again for Wednesday night, using almost exactly the reasoning that I had for being pissed. So, much yay there.

I'm thinking I may try to sneak over to the dance studio over the weekend, if I can figure out a way to have music there, since the sound card issue is...well, still an issue. I may decide to buy my end of project present for myself early so I can use it. We'll see.

My body would stop being so fucked up if I started treating it well. However, the fact that it feels like crap leads to me not working it very hard and continuing to treat it like shit. Vicious, vicious cycle.

Still co-writing. It's fucking long, over 7800 words and still going.

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Hokay, fic (here read SMUT) is now almost 9400 words and still not done. Hee. 'Tis hot (and cold) lesbian smut. 'Tis very very pretty.

Umm...Also, LJ is wanktastic and wanktacular again. Teehee. *grabs foil hat and marshmallows*

Need to shower and have real dinner. Someone poke me around midnight (an hour from now) and if I haven't gotten my ass up, thwap me.