2010 cannot possibly be worse
Jan. 1st, 2010 12:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardAllow me to sum up the last day of 2009 for y'all: spent the morning reading a good book, thus delaying my baking time to much later than I'd been expecting, fucked up the recipe (either that or it was just a poorly written recipe), spent the rest of the day in an absolutely horrible mood, computer broke down and would not repair itself, back hurt, stomach hurt, knitted a lot, bought neither yarn nor books (it was tempting), did not get the fic I said I was going to get done by New Year's done because, see again, computer problems. Also, it snowed all day, and aella_irene and I worked on the novel. Really, it seems a fairly accurate summation of 2009.
However, the usual trick of running the battery on the computer down to nil and then plugging it back in started it, and there is a working computer today thank you all the gods. I have UN-BACKED-UP FIC on this computer. But everything appears to be working now, mostly, except all the little icons on my tabs are wrong. Twitter is not MTV. LJ is neither Wordpress nor Etsy.
Happy (belated) New Year, y'all. Have some fic (sadly, not the fic I meant to have done by New Year's, or Christmas, or sodding July):
His bed, when he finally collapses into it, is empty, and Peter finds himself considering this something of a relief, because by God they're here. They've done it, all of them, all of Narnia, and here they are ten years gone and ten years in, ten years just beginning, and they've damn well done it without having to be picked up and dusted off by Aslan or anyone else. They've damn well done it, and it's just beginning. From here on out it can only get better, because God knows it can't get worse. Peter falls asleep grinning, still listening to the sound of fireworks going off outside Cair Paravel.
aella_irene and I worked on the novel. Really, it seems a fairly accurate summation of 2009.However, the usual trick of running the battery on the computer down to nil and then plugging it back in started it, and there is a working computer today thank you all the gods. I have UN-BACKED-UP FIC on this computer. But everything appears to be working now, mostly, except all the little icons on my tabs are wrong. Twitter is not MTV. LJ is neither Wordpress nor Etsy.
Happy (belated) New Year, y'all. Have some fic (sadly, not the fic I meant to have done by New Year's, or Christmas, or sodding July):
His bed, when he finally collapses into it, is empty, and Peter finds himself considering this something of a relief, because by God they're here. They've done it, all of them, all of Narnia, and here they are ten years gone and ten years in, ten years just beginning, and they've damn well done it without having to be picked up and dusted off by Aslan or anyone else. They've damn well done it, and it's just beginning. From here on out it can only get better, because God knows it can't get worse. Peter falls asleep grinning, still listening to the sound of fireworks going off outside Cair Paravel.