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[Aug. 31st, 2008|04:25 am] |
It's almost September and I had only seen The Big Spiders once. I admit, I let my guard down and hoped they had all drowned in the shitty weather. Oh, no, tonight there is one in the kitchen sink :( All scuttling about and trying to escape and OH GOD THEY'RE SO BIG. But, progress on the phobic front, I didn't cry! I nearly cried and now I'm a bit hyper-ventilaty, but I'll solve that by barricading myself into my bedroom in a minute.
I have left a note so that whoever gets up first this morning will either not be caught by surprise and terrified, or will be able to remove it. I know, it's in the sink. I could turn the water on or something. But I can't. Mostly because that would mean getting close to the taps, which would put me far too close to the spider, and also because I can't kill it, even if I hate these things more than, well, just about anything that exists. ALSO IT'S HUGE. That thing will not fit down a plughole.
I have so much writing to do really soon. It's a bit daunting. Damn ficathons. My Life on Mars one at the moment is...two fics. I need to make them join up somehow. That's what I get for going "I'll write the Gene section first" and "I'll write all of Sam's POV now." Still, I have high word count, which is better than having nothing at all.
I'm going to update on uni stuff etc in a few days. I keep meaning to, then I start writing and get bored half way through the post. Oh but Amy called me from Egypt, just to say "Hi, I'm still alive," so I guess you guys didn't kill the girl. The curse of the flist is lifted. |
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