fic typing
Jun. 29th, 2006 04:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lobelia321I am sitting in the garden, birds tweeting and mellow air caressing my skin, typing up my Cristiano Ronaldo / Kaká fic. I am up to word number 1,477! :-)
T'young son is home again today, still constipated. It's scatological. We leave for the G.P.'s now. He is a poor bunny.
T'young son is home again today, still constipated. It's scatological. We leave for the G.P.'s now. He is a poor bunny.
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Date: 2006-06-29 05:01 pm (UTC)Re: Son. Poor thing. I hope he gets better soon.
I'm going through football withdrawl. There aren't enough fics to satisfy my craving and my sports channel are showing the NBA draft (??).
Is it Friday, yet?
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Date: 2006-06-29 05:07 pm (UTC)See, I can't even spell when it's not on.
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Date: 2006-06-29 05:49 pm (UTC)*tries to type faster to finish fic while getting called to the toilet every ten minutes*