that day... in my life...
So, I have pinpointed part of why I keep blocking on the SJ ficathon entry. Because I've been ranting about badfic, and I know I'm just as guilty of some of the crappy cliches as the people I rant about. And unconsciously, it means my brain doesn't want to write Sam/Jack, because then I'm writing my own self-absorbed, cliche-ridden fantasy romance.
Also, it might be because my underwire is broken and poking me. Ow.
Applied for jobs. Saw a job I'd previously interviewed for listed again. Nice of the guy to send me a letter/telephone call of rejection.
Have called the number Kris gave me and left messages. Never had a call back.
It's great for my ego, this whole lack of interest in hiring me. It can be over now, thanks.
Was organizing my comics into a list. I'm beginning to wonder if I should just sell my whole run of Excalibur. Gordon sent me scans, so it's not like I won't have them. Hrm.
Also, it might be because my underwire is broken and poking me. Ow.
Applied for jobs. Saw a job I'd previously interviewed for listed again. Nice of the guy to send me a letter/telephone call of rejection.
Have called the number Kris gave me and left messages. Never had a call back.
It's great for my ego, this whole lack of interest in hiring me. It can be over now, thanks.
Was organizing my comics into a list. I'm beginning to wonder if I should just sell my whole run of Excalibur. Gordon sent me scans, so it's not like I won't have them. Hrm.

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The marker shouldn't even show up in a normal blood test, iirc what Timey was saying.