Cotton wool stuffing my skull. Stuffed nose. At least the cold doesn't seem to be getting any worse. I can still hit the treadmill in the mornings, which is a step up from the last round–that was the Travel Cold From Hell. *shivers* Ugh.
I am in the stage of writing a Kismet book where I have an acute attack of nerves. Nobody's going to like it, I don't know what I'm doing, who do I think I am… The usual. The good thing is that I've done this so many times by now that I'm prepared for the...
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October 27, 2009 12:28
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