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[apocalypsos]

You know how I said I was going to write? Well, apparently my brain decided it wasn't going to write a damn thing until I cleaned my room from top to bottom. Which, you know, is a nice gesture because it means a neat bedroom, but still, I want to sit down and write more and I can't because there's a gigantic pile of garbage and old clothes on my bed right now.

I also found a bunch of nonfiction books about disasters that I'd be willing to send to anybody who wants some of 'em. You might have to wait until the next time I get paid for me to send them out, but I'll get a list up as soon as I finish cleaning my room.

Also, my purse that has the word "fuck" all over it has a broken strap. ARGH. I didn't even notice until I picked it up to move it just now. Bah.

*sigh* Back to the garbage bags ...