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I think my ability to write TS has gone on holiday. I'm struggling to get past a point in my story and it's not as if it's an important point, it's just...argh!!!

I've the thing plotted out, I can *see* the words in my head but I just can't get them onto the page.I think it's time to throw this out to my betas and hope they give me enough of an ass kicking to get over this bump.

In RL it looks like my Sky system is on it's way out. It keeps freezing and I'm having to reboot the whole thing to watch tv again. I've been considering getting Sky Plus for a while now, but they're so damn expensive. I don't know if I can justify the cost. Even if we could it would have to wait until the new year. So please satelitte system, don't give up the ghost until then!

ETA: If James mentions the JC thing one more time I'm going to kick him! Once, I may have mentioned JC's name in bed when his song came on the radio. Now James is convinced I have this huge 'thing' about him and keeps mentioning him all the time. 'If JC wanted a cup of tea you'd make it.' etc. Grrrrrr, at least get the right man if you're going to drive me insane like that!

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That paperclip thing in Word. The most annoying thing ever! If he doesn't quit dancing around I'm going to stick my foot up his little paperclip ass!

I know you can turn him off but I'm actually amused with him/the dog/cat/robot etc when I can actually write and aren't sitting staring at the screen like an idiot.

But I obviously have no brain today. As is shown by the fact I just phoned to get the bed taken from the garden. Arranged a pick up and negotiated what would be taken. (They'll pick up 8 things, I have a garden full) and totally forgot to tell them to take the bed. There's a reason I hate talking on the phone and that's it.

So I'm going to do the popslash pairing meme that's going round. Because I have very few brain cells left, just enough to picture pretty boys.

Gacked from amandazillah

( Meme in here )

And now I drag my brain dead body to go make something to eat.

Drabble Chris/Justin

Ha, take that evil Paperclip, I will write something, even if it's only a drabble!

Just trying to kickstart the writing brain still, so a response to The Boyband 100 challenge of mistletoe.

******

Cell-phone to his ear, Justin paces the room, then ends the call by throwing the handset at the wall with a shouted curse. Unflinching, Chris stays silent and watches, remembering a hundred other tantrums in a hundred other rooms.

“I just wanted some mistletoe, so you know, we could kiss under it.”

“You don’t need props with me, Justin.” Chris starts to leave the room. “I love you. Your life’s not a stage show. Maybe you should remember that sometimes.”

Chris doesn’t turn as he hears something else be thrown at the wall. Justin may need drama, he doesn’t.

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