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Dec. 7th, 2006 08:58 pmWell, this is irritating. Here am I, all poised to continue with my DWNOGA story (trans: still gibbering, but with notes) and my son is at the computer next to mine. His own is Not Working, and with our Resident Expert being away this week, he is idling away his life in my room instead.
It is impossible to write smut with one's teenage son at one's right shoulder. Just impossible. It's difficult enough anyway. Grrr.
I spose I could write out my non-LJ Christmas cards. Hmm. I'm all confoosled about Christmas, can't figure out what I've already organised and what I haven't. I did make a list, but of course it is lost amidst the piles of paper scattered about the place. I have ordered the eviscerated turkey, and wrapped quite a bunch of presents, among which there is nothing of significance for husband or brats, hmm. But their needs are few. Or, actually, Bun has many requirements, but the menfolk want for nothing, since the WoW thingummy doesn't come out until the new year.
Oh, blow it. I'll go and watch telly instead.
It is impossible to write smut with one's teenage son at one's right shoulder. Just impossible. It's difficult enough anyway. Grrr.
I spose I could write out my non-LJ Christmas cards. Hmm. I'm all confoosled about Christmas, can't figure out what I've already organised and what I haven't. I did make a list, but of course it is lost amidst the piles of paper scattered about the place. I have ordered the eviscerated turkey, and wrapped quite a bunch of presents, among which there is nothing of significance for husband or brats, hmm. But their needs are few. Or, actually, Bun has many requirements, but the menfolk want for nothing, since the WoW thingummy doesn't come out until the new year.
Oh, blow it. I'll go and watch telly instead.