withdrawal

No time to post anything! No time to fb anything! No time to bloody well read anything! My only solace is txt/!

I have subsided into late-night quickie lurkerdom. How sad is that?

But the exile is almost over. If I am very, very good and work very, very hard on Mon and Tues, I should be back on the line by Wed. And also writingwritingwriting again!

Lack of football should free up some time, *g*.

The GAME today was puncutated by furious texts with my sister and also some with demelzagirl. Have to be very careful not to mix up 'send' buttons: one type of text all about Ronaldo's hairdo and Oliver Kahn's terrible chewing habit and the general awfulness of the first half and the general wonderfulness of the second half; the other type of text all about Gary and Alan's sartorial habits and sexual proclivities.

Hah!

What to do now with the empty hours of the day? Wimbledon is a big no-no, but perhaps there'll be some good golf on...???

girlsmut achievement

A quick peek into LJ and then, alas, back to lurkdom.

I was very, very naughty today because instead of editing my rl book non-stop all day, I veered towards my unfinished-fics folder and opened my ancient girlslash fic (or should that be womanporn?), which has been gathering mould since the end of March. And then I finished it in under an hour! Am amazed at self.

Oh, the sense of achievemen!! And the sense of horrible guilt as it sinks in: now I need to do all of the rl editing tomorrow, and that means back to LJ-exile, sigh.

( How I figured out how to write girlsmut -- WARNING: CONTAINS TOO MUCH INFORMATION )