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Dear Massachusetts,

EW. That guy's creepy.

He looks like he's got questionably legal porn stashed away in his truck.

Questionably legal porn ABOUT his truck.

I love this commercial probably more than I should.

... I want fic. Mmm-hmmm.

I may have an actual post written sometime tonight.

But first, you simply must watch this (NSFW due to language):

At random ...

-- I really didn't get any writing done today because this morning more than made up for coming out ahead on my taxes yesterday by being utter shite. And then this afternoon was good and then it sucked again. Whee, it's a roller coaster! \o/

-- I WANT MY MONEEEEEEEEEEE. I have bills to day and a new laptop to pick up and I am trying to be restrained in my excitement because it's not my money until it's in my account and WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO WAIT A WEEK?! *pokes bank account*

-- I took back the overtime I was going to work on Saturday because I need a day off to relax. I haven't really had a day off since the Plague Which Doesn't End kicked in -- I was actually pretty okay when I lost my voice; it was only after I got it back that I started to really feel awful -- so the plan for right now is to curl up on the couch with orange juice and antibiotics and watch Project Runway all day and not do ANYTHING. Which is a bit of a hindrance because ...

-- ... I still have to finish the first few chapters of Cherry Bomb, I still haven't started my Big Bang, I still need to edit the chapters I was supposed to have done on Monday, and I still have to work on editing Heroine Addiction to the point where I can hose it down with a Racefail Avoidance Edit.

-- ( A quick Leverage comment )