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five twelve twenty-four
calm after the storm
[The dateline can be 'six twelve zero' if you prefer - midnight is so tricky.]
If my previous postcard really worried you, relax. I'm not stopping any of my web projects, and furthermore I wrote about 3000 words of A.D's story last night, and will probably have 4000 more by the time I stop tonight. So I feel much better.
Sometimes I need a dose of self-flagellation. Only by telling myself repeatedly how worthless I'm being am I able to get anything accomplished.
I recognize that's probably a sign of some deep psychosis, but I'll stick with the method I know, at least until a better one comes along.
I still can't draw, but I'll live.
Obligatory plug: It's midnight on Saturday (or Sunday, if you prefer - midnight, as noted, is tricky), which means that this week's Twenty Questions is up ... including the all-important answers from last week. Tell your friends. Tell your enemies. Tell your cat.
[Mine's sitting here, telling me that nothing I am doing on this computer can possibly be as important as paying attention to her. Cats are like that.]
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