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procrastination queen award goes to...!
2 pm! Oh, I have such a lovely afternoon stretching before me! I will write so much this afternoon, I can just feel it. :DDD ... how about I go and dance for a little while to get the blood flowing.
3.30! Whew, I have danced a lot. Yayy. How about I check comments on deviantart and reply to a few dozens. And surf a bit. Just a tiny bit.
4.20! I believe I could write now. The appropriate file is open and I feel inspirohhey Questy posted a fic! I'll just read the chapter quickly and write afterwards. :DDD
5 pm: -- crap, why was I daydreaming about the fic and reading over my old stuff instead of writing. Bad Asuka. Okay, writing now, for real. As soon as I get a snack.
5.45: finishes chatting with Mother whom she somehow encountered in teh kitchen* Alright. Seriously now, I'm EEEE VATHARA UPDATED HER ZUKO FIC :DDDDDDDD
6.30: Alright! For real reality this time. I've read, I've left a comment, I'm not hungry, I -- oh, brother phone call.
... What, you want me to come over to your place so we can eat lots of delishus crepes for dinner? In a half-hour? You could have warned me soone--
... Well. Err. No, I wasn't really doing anything else. Sure. Be right over.
3.30! Whew, I have danced a lot. Yayy. How about I check comments on deviantart and reply to a few dozens. And surf a bit. Just a tiny bit.
4.20! I believe I could write now. The appropriate file is open and I feel inspirohhey Questy posted a fic! I'll just read the chapter quickly and write afterwards. :DDD
5 pm: -- crap, why was I daydreaming about the fic and reading over my old stuff instead of writing. Bad Asuka. Okay, writing now, for real. As soon as I get a snack.
5.45: finishes chatting with Mother whom she somehow encountered in teh kitchen* Alright. Seriously now, I'm EEEE VATHARA UPDATED HER ZUKO FIC :DDDDDDDD
6.30: Alright! For real reality this time. I've read, I've left a comment, I'm not hungry, I -- oh, brother phone call.
... What, you want me to come over to your place so we can eat lots of delishus crepes for dinner? In a half-hour? You could have warned me soone--
... Well. Err. No, I wasn't really doing anything else. Sure. Be right over.
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