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Well, so, the day off did me good. I got a lot accomplished; two job applications, one playscript submission, completed some registrations I've been meaning to take care of, bought a gift for an old friend who's just had her first baby, found some candles that fit the tealight-holders mum brought me back from Ikea, and watched Watership Down. Well, technically I did that last night. Still just as hallucinogenic and creepy as it was when I first saw it at the age of nine.

I've been trying to think of something interesting to say, but nothing really comes to mind. Probably won't be a CC update tomorrow, as I'll be updating Laocoon's Children instead. Jaida asked me recently how I write so much; I told her that being unemployed and desperate to escape one's present reality makes writing very easy. I'm sure the jobsearch has a lot to do with it too; there's a theory, and I subscribe to it, that artists and writers create primarily to distract people from looking at them. When one spends all day screaming LOOK AT ME AND PAY ME MONEY one necessarily wants to scream in equal amounts OMG LOOK OVER THERE. *scurries away*

And tomorrow I shall reply to comments. *eyes pile of them warily*