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Nov. 16th, 2004 10:47 amIt's past 10:00 a.m. and I have done nothing (nothing!) productive at work today besides edit an abysmally written article for someone who shouldn't even be allowed to hold a pencil. Well, and I checked my friends list, of course, but I'm pretty sure that's not what I'm getting paid for. If only.
My SeSa angst has abated one hundredfold since last night when my sister (bless her pointed little head, as our mum used to say) very kindly and casually tossed the perfect plot bunny in my lap. Happy sigh. Now all I have to do is write it.
I watched that $25-million-whatever-the-frick-it-was-called show last night, just to catch that forty second glimpse of Lance, and wow, I wish I hadn't bothered. Lance was, not surprisingly, perfectly gorgeous, but my appreciation was seriously dampened by the ick factor of that nasty family.
My SeSa angst has abated one hundredfold since last night when my sister (bless her pointed little head, as our mum used to say) very kindly and casually tossed the perfect plot bunny in my lap. Happy sigh. Now all I have to do is write it.
I watched that $25-million-whatever-the-frick-it-was-called show last night, just to catch that forty second glimpse of Lance, and wow, I wish I hadn't bothered. Lance was, not surprisingly, perfectly gorgeous, but my appreciation was seriously dampened by the ick factor of that nasty family.
