Actually managed to have half a discussion with mum re. my plans for the year - i.e. my actual career plans, i.e. WRITING - and trying to get short stories out there and a novel assembled.

Now she is all, well, get cracking. Just after telling me to take weeks off to let my hands recover.

Color me really. fucking. confused. |D;

[EDIT] Also, calling all Hobb readers. I have done a terrible thing to my seme-sama. How did you make peace with the ending of the Tawny Man? I ask this even though I know alleyne and I regularly scream FUCKING SKILL PILLAR at each other in despair. All I can say is, somewhere in the back of my head there is a relatively happy culturally-confused threesome. Because that is how they do it in... that tiny little land to the south whose name I can never remember. Ummmm. Thingie. >_>

So I will continue going to work at least til Feb 10, where I will not lift anything but may assist customers or put stickers on things for stocktake.

This is my entire job for two weeks. Stickers.

Be prepared for a lot of weeping over how unproductive and miserable I am. On the (dubious) bright side: not fired!

I think my brain just tried to connect Vagrant Story and Merlin.

.....ow.

All right, this vodka without dinner thing has to stop.

Sleeeeeeeeeep.