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I have about 23057896280 entries saved up in my head from my week without internet, of which I'll be lucky if three see the light of day. At least, that's how it usually goes when I get behind like this.

I'm trying to catch up with the flist. See, there's an entry right there, something about the internet in general, and how it...feels different to me now. It's more about how it's become an integral part of my business, you see, and how the flow of HP is ebbing for me, and blah blah blah.

At least I'm making progress on the SnuSa. It will be finished on time, oh yes, if I have to stop writing their stubborn asses and draw them as stick figures doing naughty indecipherable things to each other with capslock instructions on how to decode said renderings. (SNAPE IS KISSING HIM! HE IS KISSING SNAPE! AND NOW, THE LAMBADA!)

It occurs to me after re-reading this entry that I need to go to bed. Preferably now.

Incommunicado

Am still working on SnuSa (just finished the big sex scene, thank goodness). Also am working on eBay listings, which go up on Sunday, which is when the SnuSa fic is due, of course.

Hence my absence from chat programs.

And my unusual lack of spamminess, both in my own journal and your journals.

Monday I will be breathing a giant sigh of relief, I can tell you.