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Mum tidied up her desk by putting my stack of 'I need to see what's on these before I throw them out' floppies neatly into a shoebox, and then absentmindedly tossed a fridge magnet into the shoebox. Oh, well, I guess it simplifies things... This is why I only trust her around salvaged computers.
Editing progress: Was in the middle of page 193 of 243 when Mum rang up from downstairs that she was home and needed her bags carried up. So, this means I have 50, count them 50, pages to edit by 1:54 AM on Friday to meet my self-imposed deadline... Went out and bought the 2004 Writer's Market to celebrate the impending conclusion of the editing, since they didn't have the one that's just the agent listings (I have checked that out of the library I don't know HOW many times this year and for some reason I can't seem to absorb the information from it when they 're always expecting it back).
A big surprise in the eBaying. I hope to god she pays me, because that'd be most of the kiln I'd want right there... Strange world we live in, isn't it, to be able to trade a 30-year-old toy for a kiln. I'm wishing now that I'd gone on the closet-cleaning binge BEFORE the 15th of August, but then that's hindsight, and after Griff died I wasn't able to eBay until I replaced him properly anyhow. Still, life is very strange.
Editing progress: Was in the middle of page 193 of 243 when Mum rang up from downstairs that she was home and needed her bags carried up. So, this means I have 50, count them 50, pages to edit by 1:54 AM on Friday to meet my self-imposed deadline... Went out and bought the 2004 Writer's Market to celebrate the impending conclusion of the editing, since they didn't have the one that's just the agent listings (I have checked that out of the library I don't know HOW many times this year and for some reason I can't seem to absorb the information from it when they 're always expecting it back).
A big surprise in the eBaying. I hope to god she pays me, because that'd be most of the kiln I'd want right there... Strange world we live in, isn't it, to be able to trade a 30-year-old toy for a kiln. I'm wishing now that I'd gone on the closet-cleaning binge BEFORE the 15th of August, but then that's hindsight, and after Griff died I wasn't able to eBay until I replaced him properly anyhow. Still, life is very strange.
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