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Having entirely wasted Sunday, I was determined to Get Things Done today. It is now noon. Things accomplished:

Woke up.
Ate a granola bar.
Planned a revolution, realized revolution as planned involved entirely too much time spent with my mother, conceded defeat.
Checked LJ.

I am on top of my game, people. Onnnnn top.

*pokes various people* There were no new or reworked scenes in my mailbox this morning, various people who know who they are! Slackers! I'm going to pout all day.

I'm getting to the point with the devilhands in any and all photographs that I probably wouldn't recognize him if he didn't do them. But they're not getting into my fic! They're not!

OK, so they did. But he only gets to do them once.

.....

And as I was typing this, my sister IMed me. Her unit is being mobilized. Off to Iraq she goes! She's on the phone with my Mom now so I'm going to head over there and get more details.

Mondays, man. I'm skipping them from here on out.

We take a break from our day of Freaking Out:

For a really bad GIP!

So. I try really hard to not be cracked, and somehow? I still end up doing things like making this icon from this photo found in opheliam's journal.

I swear, I only made this one cause the first one I made scared me! And kaneko! This one made me giggle but maybe only because I can hear the little green aliens from Toy Story saying it. "Ooooooh." *cough*

Don't worry, it's not staying in rotation. ;-)

...Jeez, that painting is awful. Ugh. Everyone who hasn't seen it already, go! Point and laugh!