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Do Want: Beeblebears. Eee, mutant teddies!

I can't stop laughing at this for some reason: Head of Formula One's Nazi Sex Scandal. I am probably going to hell now.

I'm not usually into beauty contests, but this one is neat: Miss Landmine Angola.

Today: kidwrangling/writing, doctor's visit @4:30, popcorn chicken/wifi/bubble tea date. Come home, sleep, do it all again.

i'm almost always eventually right

Called Sean's AT specialist at Children's Hospital to get her input on the school clusterfornication. She won't be impressed, considering she was lobbying for full sign language right from the beginning.

Gathering data from the kid's old IEPs. Hm. Maybe I should make powerpoint slides and read them off? When in Rome ... (Seriously, should I?)

Will speak to shrinks next week and get their input. They'll play along with us, they generally do.

THEN I will call an IEP meeting and I will beat the speech-language path over the head with data and experts until she runs crying back to the cut-rate crackerbox graduate school that led her to believe she was competent enough to screw with MY kid.

It'll be AWESOME.

argh, this is not work

'Sea Pig' discovered under antarctic ice shelf. Looks kind of like a naked hedgehog, IMO.

(I kind of have a Thing for Antarctica, have for a while now.)

I have chocolate mochi in the kitchen. Nom nom.

Today's goals: up to at least 3600 on original, up to hopefully 750 on remixfic. Am hating remix so, so much right now. Is like extracting teeth from rabid wombat or autistic child using hammer just to make wordcount. Do not know why. Argh. Next week will be an improvement as kid isn't home. Damn children interfere with actual work by wanting fed and watered and entertained. Argh.

dangerous when bored: a story with picture

phinnia: "Hail Vishnu, for I am so, so freaking filled with hate for my remix right now, and it probably sucks and it's not working at all and ARGH, damnit! I want to be finished. Or maybe for it just to go away. At the very least I want it not to be sucking my soul."
Vishnu appears in a puff of potting soil. "Give me some worshippers and I'll see what I can drag up."
phinnia: "I got chessmen. We cool?"
Vishnu: "Eh, you do what you can with what you've got, babe. We cool."


Hopefully he's working his magic, because I'm still not feeling the love for this thing. I assume it's like, time release or something.
(Yes! I am strange. Carry on.)

Edit: Dude, that is some powerful juju. First draft is DONE, baby.

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