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Sometimes I really hate my mother.
No, I'm not going into it. Oddly enough it has nothing to do with the Inevitable Discussion; that's all another kettle of fish altogether. It's all getting so tiring and kind of scary. I might go out later, don't know if I will or not, I'm just tired. Well, not tired as in I want to go back to bed, as in that respect I'm wide awake. The other sort of tired.
I guess I'll go make that revision plan. Not that I want to do that particularly, but yet again it's something to do.
My hands are cold.

I'm very glad the holidays really have started. Because of yesterday, it didn't really sink in until this morning that I didn't have to go to school today. Because if I went to school, I'd have to talk to people, and I'm really too tired for that.

It's Friday. I need to think of a five-minute challenge in the next hour or so. I was looking through some of my files last night - according to the number of challenges I've posted, I've been doing it for eight weeks. I don't think I've ever had such fun on a mailing list. All the others are full of flamewars and teenybopper people. The Stargate lists are scary places at the best of times, I never really made much headway in Enterprise fandom, and I haven't really looked into Good Omens very much yet. I may well do that, now I have the time on my hands.

Going to make coffee.

on 2003-04-11 04:29 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] scarlatti.livejournal.com
I don't think I've ever had such fun on a mailing list.

*cheers*
It is fun, innit? Not least because of the five-minute challenges. :)

Even though I'm *way* far behind in my reading/feedbacking -- it will be so hard to catch up now!

Enjoy your holidays, dear Raven! :D

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on 2003-04-11 04:39 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] loneraven.livejournal.com
*laughs*
Oh, yes, it is fun. The next five-minute challenge should land on the list in about... five minutes.
And after that I will go and revise. Really.

Really. This is me enjoying my holidays.

on 2003-04-11 06:59 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] amchau.livejournal.com
I don't think I've ever had such fun on a mailing list.

Same here. I don't think I've written so much for a single fandom in a month, either. It's good-- and you're a big part of that. :)

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on 2003-04-11 07:07 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] loneraven.livejournal.com
Awww! That's so sweet.

I love that icon, by the way... you don't have to be crazy, but yeah, it helps!

on 2003-04-11 07:20 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] amchau.livejournal.com
I mean [livejournal.com profile] brittaniarose, of course. For some reason, typing is harder today than some days.

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on 2003-04-11 07:22 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] loneraven.livejournal.com
*rolls around laughing*

Sorry, sorry...

on 2003-04-11 07:27 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] amchau.livejournal.com
*sighs*

Oh, whatever...

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on 2003-04-11 07:28 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] loneraven.livejournal.com
Not been a good day, I take it?

on 2003-04-11 07:36 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] amchau.livejournal.com
My dear, it's had one good moment in it, and that lasted five minutes. 'Not been a good day' is an understatement of mammoth size.

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on 2003-04-11 07:38 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] loneraven.livejournal.com
Oh, dear. Wanna tell me about it, or shall I go away?

on 2003-04-11 07:46 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] amchau.livejournal.com
Don't go away. You're on my friends list, right? See latest journal entry.

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on 2003-04-11 07:49 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] loneraven.livejournal.com
*nods and toddles off*
*sends cookies down south*

on 2003-04-11 07:51 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] amchau.livejournal.com
Cookies! Thanks.

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