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criminal minds boom

go to L.A. on a dare and you go it alone

I am Le Tired. 1200 words on "Uniform" each Saturday and Sunday, and 2300 today. Cursed thing refuses to write itself.

Completely worn out here, mentally and physically. Really I just want to lie down and have a nap. I'm sure some of this is too much work, and some of it is the four and a half hour martial arts class I attended yesterday.

In any case, I don't believe I'm going climbing tonight.

What am I on?

Right now, I should take the dog for a walk between squalls.

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I should take the dog for a qalk between squalls.

This would be a quantum-walk, no doubt: where his state is entangled with lamp-posts?
I love it so much when people make fun of my typing.
I know you do. But in this instance, it's just too joyful: that's not a mistake, it's an expansion of the possibilities.
(I've just been reading Hannu Rajaniemi, whose work is full of q-dots and qupts and suchlike, so my mind is trained to turn that way...)
Yup, you're tired. I can tell because you're going to take the dog for a 'qalk'.
No, I'm a crappy typist all the time.

Whatever.
Nothing would please me more, but apparently my task this week is pulling everybody else's ass out of the fire.
The dog would appreciate it a great deal more if you took it for a walk between squirrels. . .
Rest is also good.
Rest is lovely. Unfortunately, apparently I have bottomless work to do, and even more bottomless obligations.
I'm sorry to hear that. I hope it calms down soon.