*Grntlglghtggggh* I just spent the last hour chasing stupid, stupid Zilli all over the back yard. He got out when I put the stupid dog out and she ran around like an idiot and the cats ran out. *Grhglglhgg*
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bibble, bibble
40 pages left on US. I keep waking up all wide awake at 5:30 and not getting up, which is, of course, foolish, because then I don’t want to get up until like 8. If I wake up at 5:30 tomorrow I shall endeavor to get up. Um! No real news today! (’cause, you know, usually what I have to say is earth-shattering in its importance.) We watched the last 3 episodes of season 1 Alias last night and spent most of it going, “AUGH! DOOM! Doom on a STICK!”…
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! I fit into all my size 14 jeans! All 3 pair! !!!
I love the internet.
I love the internet sooooo much. Jo drives a 1969 Mustang, and what I don’t know about them fills volumes. So I went and found a 1969 Mustangs site and put a bunch of questions to them on the forums, and despite me being VERY NERVOUS about doing this (I’m not sure why) someone answered with all the answers I needed, plus *pictures*, and told me if I had more questions to go right ahead and ask. *foolish grin*
just stuff
130 pages left to go on the re-edit. Is it a good or a bad sign that I don’t hate the book? I’m a little tired of it, but there are parts that still make me laugh. I’ve had another couple of epiphanies about how to flesh things out and bring them around (causing me to write notes like, “CATIE, YOU IDIOT, USE THIS AT THE END” on the manuscript), and I just went through a bit that I remember distinctly thinking, “Ok, I’m too tired of this section to…