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Last night's fun was probably exacerbated by low blood sugar -- I realized, as we were about to eat dinner, that the only thing I'd had since breakfast was a couple of donuts. Oops? (That wasn't the entire cause, but I'm sure it doesn't help.

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I have installed a penguin theme for my Firefox. It is adorable and makes me happy. Not that I like penguins or anything.

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I have decided to be semi sensible and start my not-a-school after Labor Day weekend, rather than on September 1, if only because I need to do some serious cleaning in order to get a workable study space. Which can also serve as a craft space, when I want to, say, make some more stitch markers because I am a dork and it is kind of fun even if they aren't perfect. (I'd show you pics but forgot to take them before sending them off as part of a swap package.)

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Speaking of which, I want my swap package. *whimper*

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I still have written nothing for kink_bingo. I think the problem is that I expect myself to be able to write good (and in-character) porn. I am going to spend the next couple of days letting myself write pathetic mediocre porn, so that I can get something in for this round.

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Dragon time!

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Also, here, have a turtle:



This is a CAKE, you guys! zomg.

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I love y'all ♥ *hugs*

I... just ... wait, what?

My brain is weird.

(No, this is not news.)

I was going to let myself write crappy stuff for kink_bingo (since crappy is better than nothing, and anyway my judgment of crappiness is seriously suspect when it comes to my own work). And I tried. I wrote a bit of one prompt, a few hundred words, and it dried up. Wrote a bit of another, same thing. And k_b fics have to be at least 500, which right now feels like a marathon.

And then I saw the sleepy/unconscious square on my card, and my mind went to Inception, and I managed about six hundred words of ... something that is ... I don't know. I like the concept, I hate the execution. But anyway.

My brain then decides that, since I can't write fic, I should write -- wait for it -- a fucking-pun-mostly-intended SESTINA.

A slashy, kinky sestina.

I DO NOT DO POETRY. Except, apparently, when I do.

...And then I managed almost 1500 words of prose.

*eyes cross*

So, I've got one more day to do two prompts (oral fixation and whipping/flogging), and I will have officially gotten something in for the round of k_b. (And even if I don't, I achieved my goal of doing better than last year...)