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I'm unable to manufacture happiness.

I'm tired, having written for at least ten hours with the only real break spent watching Wanted. It wasn't anywhere near as bad as I'd expected it to be, though it wasn't good. I'd say it was a B, but I cut a lot of slack for R-rated actioners with speculative elements. Right when it sucked for ten minutes straight, something awesome happened.

My right wrist is semi-mangled from lots of cutting and pasting on a touchpad.

My writing group was getting together for the first time in months and I forgot because I'm an idiot and moving made me confused that today was the 6th. I usually do that once a month and miss something or another, but this was important to me so that was silly.

Two stories submitted, a different one rejected.

nappytime