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Temperature: down. ^_^
Laptop: Stuffed. …well, partially stuffed. But it’s an important part.
Hair: In need of a cut.
Job prospects: One.
Scary noises in the ceiling: …many.
Fanart: One.
Aah, my poor, neglected lj… guess what? It’s cool again! Yesyesyes. No longer is it hot enough to… *looking for an appropriate metaphor…* hot enough to boil a monkey’s bum. Wait… no. Well, it’s not hot.
Alas, my poor laptop has decided enough pointy things sticking in my side is enough, and the socket where I would ordinarily put my earphones is, sadly, no more. No matter how I wiggle the damn thing… and I despair at whether it can be fixed or not… TT_TT It’s been broken for a while now, but I fear this truly is the end. *sigh* I’m so hard on anything that makes noise… earphones, stereos, portable speakers… they just... blow up -_-
Also sitting by the phone, since for once my job prospects are looking up.
Now, if only I could recall what the position I applied for was… eh. Who cares. As long as they call me. *crosses fingers* Money buys… things off e-bay. Oh, and food or whatever. Although my hopes aren’t too high, it’s still an improvement.
Also read a great deal of Terry Pratchett. *loves Greebo* Have fallen for Nanny Ogg’s scarred one-eyed ball of feline malignancy. Any character that is occasionally described as a ‘beautiful, brainless bully” has got to be alright by me. Even if people do seem to draw his with a mysteriously occusing beard. *pets Greebo*
Greebo: *hisses* *swipes* *wanders off to find something to fight, eat or screw, or all three*
Now, in the spirit of procrastination, which I have honed to an art form, I did (half) of a writing exercise for… well, more for amusement than anything else.
And I was, like, so: 
depressed
depressedSoothing the beast: NOTHING AT ALL, DAMNIT.
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