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This Friday I have a training thing. I remember back in the summer when Carol told me about it, saying to myself, Well, I'll probably not be here then. Huh.

Sometimes I feel as if I'm on hold. Whenever I get a permanent job/house /whatever, then I'll start to live my life! But on the other hand I'm always waiting eagerly for things that have a set time limit: lunchtime, bedtime, the nest episode of a series I like, the DVD, a new novel. And I wish away those chunks of time in between. So what part of my life do I really feel like I'm living?

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What with all the people talking about NaNo, I had a go and wrote 500 words of a Star Wars fic. It's harder than it used to be; I think I've forgotten how. I don't know how people actually write 50000 words in a month.