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I need today to be five hours and twenty-two minutes longer. I can't tell you how I know that so precisely. I just do.

The entire morning has been spent oscillating between tasks. At work, both the Safety Team rosters and Sam's Big Goddamn Directory Of Everyone Who Works Here needed updating today -- whenever a directory update gets sent out, I get ten or twenty emails a few minutes later asking if I've updated mine yet, because mine is more popular among the admins -- it's organised in a more useful and aesthetically pleasing fashion. Plus someone made me set up a LinkedIn account. LinkedIn appears to be a professional version of Facebook that has surgically removed what little functionality and entertainment value Facebook had. Still, I managed to amuse myself as I built my profile.

I'm also working on the Nameless signed copies still -- coming down the home stretch on that -- and finishing my replies to an interview about the writing of Nameless. (More on this in coming months -- publication's a ways off. Incidentally, o my interviewer, try not to weep openly when you see the novel-length replies I'm sending you. :D)

Voting for the Lulu photobook contest ended yesterday, supposedly, but no actual results in yet. Informally, I think I took second. I don't actually recommend you buy The Secret of Chicago but, if you did want to, there's never been a better time; using the code SUMMER916 when you check out should get you a 25% discount, which is just as well since you have to buy three of them at a time and that's not cheap, especially for the size of book you get.

minkrose let me know, btw, that paid users on LJ can get three free days in compensation for the outage, which I think is very decent of LJ, but you have to sign up for it.

Finally, I am not the only one to notice a certain preponderance of kink in my circle of Torchwood friends recently. spiderine has set up an index for what she's calling the Informal Kinkfest, the latest addition to which is 51stcenturyfox's fic Tell Me, which has no enemas in it anywhere. And I beta'd it and totally missed a missing word. SORRY FOXY.

Last night I stepped up my Wii Fit activity, because the balance games were getting frustrating and I really really like the rhythm boxing. I am totally paying for that today in muscle aches and the vague worry that when I ollied the board I might have fractured something new in my left foot. It doesn't hurt in any kind of excruciating way, but then they never do....

I'm not stressed, precisely, but my days are very full. I feel like I'm working two jobs, a bit, only I'm working them at the same time. :D

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I did win second place in the Mini Photobook contest!

\o/

I won $250. That is a thousand superballs. That's a lot of superballs!

So naturally, I have no idea what to do with the money. Some of it will go to Restore Buckingham Fountain, a foundation whose aim is to bring Buckingham Fountain (incidentally the location of the penultimate scene in Nameless) back to its original glory. What should I do with the rest?

BTW if you vote for option 2 I will end you. The thought is so depressing.

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And before you ask, yes, I have seen the Sony Bravia ten-thousand-superballs ad. I've even seen the Making Of minifilm. And every time they say balls, I lol. Because I'm twelve.

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I decided to take the steak dinner option :) Well, ok, not steak but a really good burger at Weber Kettle. It's cool outside for once so I'm dining on the patio. Lovely!

Wish I could share my fries with you guys...oh well, more for me :D

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I got 900 words in on Valet of Anize, I'm considering that a success for the night. :P But I'm not posting them yet because if I'm lucky tomorrow I get to write a kickass scene I actually want to write! Hooray!

I had some business to do at my bank (lord how grownup I sound) and then swung by Trader Joe's for some bread and Weber Grill for a nice celebratory dinner. And then I came home and collapsed from omg so much food.

I had the most bizarre encounter at Trader Joe's, where an enormously tall dredlocked woman on rollerblades saw me checking out, buying a single loaf of bread, and scoffed at me like I'd just farted on the playground or something.

"THAT'S all you're BUYING?" she said.

"Uh. I needed bread," I said, totally bewildered by the GIANT PERSON ON SKATES mocking me for my food choices. Then she sniffed at me and SKATED AWAY.

Clearly some people aren't secure in the concept of "ten items or less".