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Nov. 17th, 2007
If you were driving past my house at around 11pm, and saw a woman wearing only a bra baking cookies and ironing... It was me.
But now the laundry is done and I have fresh chocolate chip cookies.
It's weird. Normally when it gets cold, people turn up the heat and don sweaters and drink cocoa. What do I do? Bake. Naked. It's only a bit weird.
Oh, an NaNoWriMo? Please, I write when I want to, not just one month a year. Cramming just isn't my style. Would rather try again another day when things flow rather than force something that isn't working and will come across as contrived.
Supposed to go holiday shopping with mum tomorrow to the Armory and Canal Commons. It's time out of the house and off the computer.
But now the laundry is done and I have fresh chocolate chip cookies.
It's weird. Normally when it gets cold, people turn up the heat and don sweaters and drink cocoa. What do I do? Bake. Naked. It's only a bit weird.
Oh, an NaNoWriMo? Please, I write when I want to, not just one month a year. Cramming just isn't my style. Would rather try again another day when things flow rather than force something that isn't working and will come across as contrived.
Supposed to go holiday shopping with mum tomorrow to the Armory and Canal Commons. It's time out of the house and off the computer.
