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Do I even know how to do this anymore?
Dec. 28th, 2008 05:44 am5:30am on a Sunday morning.
FIL is sleeping upstairs. Baby squawked, talking in her sleep about her granddaddy. I slapped the parent unit off, threw on enough clothes to be warm and got up. But it was just a little grumble, not a big wake up. So I snuck downstairs, ate a bunch of Christmas cookes, drank some Mountain Dew, put on some banned music, and hunted up my project that I want to finish no later than Jan 16.
It feels weird. I'm not even sure I know how to do this anymore. But I almost got sidetracked by two *ancient* WIPs in my Fiction file. I think that's a good sign. :)
FIL is sleeping upstairs. Baby squawked, talking in her sleep about her granddaddy. I slapped the parent unit off, threw on enough clothes to be warm and got up. But it was just a little grumble, not a big wake up. So I snuck downstairs, ate a bunch of Christmas cookes, drank some Mountain Dew, put on some banned music, and hunted up my project that I want to finish no later than Jan 16.
It feels weird. I'm not even sure I know how to do this anymore. But I almost got sidetracked by two *ancient* WIPs in my Fiction file. I think that's a good sign. :)
