Oh, that kind of morning...

[desperance]

So far this morning, I have written - a full stop. A period.

.

I guess we call this "doing the bare minimum."

I can has coffee nao?

[ETA: no, I can not has coffee nao. I can has cat nao. Barry has come to sit in my lap while I work. Which is pretty much unheard of. He is a Special Black Snowflake this morning, and wants cosseting. So I shall cosset. And work. See Chaz work. The full stop is behind me, and I'm not looking back...]

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[athenais.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't look like my Sim, either. But I'm working with limited options in the game, so everyone is young, has a full head of hair, a slender waist and really awesome clothes. And anyway, reality has no place in a game.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Damn right. Is that you in the icon, waving? I recognised you instantly!

Besides, in truth we all are young and hairy and slender and wonderfully dressed. Pratchett has a line somewhere, "inside every old man is a young man wondering what the hell happened," which is just So True...