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So I woke up yesterday with the wierdest floating feeling that I couldn't put a name to. And skimmed through my notes for Lost Hours, and generally poked around before heading to work.

Where I found out that I was one of 2 cashiers that bothered to show up. wtf, people. And I ended up on the dreaded cigarette register, because it was a choice between me and John. ....John's a bit dense. Seriously? He will wander off all over the place, and not believe people when they tell him things, and just cannot be trusted to watch the stupid goddamn toxins so no idiot kid (or adult lacking scruples) goes in there and steals things. So. x.x

I compensated myself for this, with both chocolate and sneaky bits of writing. Because it's only after I get to work that I recognize the floaty feeling for what it is: I want to write.

So. Goals for today. aside from the usual and necessary cleaning and some laundry: at least a thousand words for Lost Hours. Then maybe that other, fan-fic bit I was working on, when I lost the thread for Lost Hours because it is so long and involved and I had no notes with me. x.x

At some point I wanted to have a ready-to-share rough draft for Lost Hours before this year was out? Revised: I would like to have a rough draft completed before the year is out. Getting a bit late in the year, here. ;p