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The internetz seem to be un-sporadic again.

Some very happy things happened earlier today. I'm still in the swimmy oh-god-I-can't-believe-that-actually-happened-to-me phase. I mean, wow. The idea that more than one or two people in the world not only thinks I'm pretty but wants to do kinky things with me is...very new.

Cyn is at work, I have the house to myself, I exhausted myself by prancing about to Chopin trying to find what Zoicite is playing (not an etude? wtf? (and nobody help me, I must find this on my own, my classical musician's pride is taking over)), and I'm about to settle down with a nice big bowl of rice and peas. I even know where the story is going next.

In other words, I should be NaNoing.

Definitely should be NaNoing.

Yuppers, it's them NaNo times.

...so why am I not?