the girl who used to dance on fire and brimstone (whiskyinmind) wrote,
the girl who used to dance on fire and brimstone

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it's one of those days isn't it?

I can just tell, first the whole problem with the stupid thing I wiped the data from, then having to chop and change machines because the hard drive was on the verge of either exploding or developing artificial intelligence - I dunno, it was chattering away to itself all morning until IT came down and took it away. Then IT forget to set me up with permissions for most of the programmes I use on the new hard drive (including the dreaded Front Page, not that I'm too upset at that one!) and finally, I'm up in the common room, having my lunch when I realise the bread on my sandwich tastes funky. I turn it over and it's blue. How come I didn't notice that earlier? How come the loaf of bread I bought two days ago and have been keeping in the fridge has gone mouldy? Grrr.

I came back from lunch (such as it was) early to do some work on the challenge fic (working title: "When You Awake"). My head was chock full of ideas when I left the common room, I walked down from level 6 to level 3, sit at my desk and drew a blank. Typical. So now I'm going to ask the boss nicely if I can leave early today because a banana and a packet of Doritos do not a balanced lunch make. Not even when they're Tangy Cheese flavoured!
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