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allyndra*deep breath* As I came down to get in my car this morning, I had my purse, my keys, my jacket, the trash, and one of my fic notebooks, in which I write out my stories longhand before typing them up. I often bring it to work in case I have a flash of inspiration. Carrying all of this was kind of awkward, so I set my purse, jacket, and notebook on top of the car while I took out the trash. Came back, thew my stuff in the car, and left. So, fine, right? Except when I got to work, the jacket and purse were in the car, but not the notebook. I am forced to conclude that I LEFT MY NOTEBOOK FULL OF FIC AND PORN ON TOP OF THE CAR AND DROVE AWAY.
I halfway hope it's right outside the garage, and I can recover it when I get home, because there were a half-dozen partially written stories in there. But the other half of me hopes it fell off way down on a busy road, where no one can track it to me if they're feeling belligerent and homophobic and "think about the children"-like.
So this is me quietly freaking out.
I halfway hope it's right outside the garage, and I can recover it when I get home, because there were a half-dozen partially written stories in there. But the other half of me hopes it fell off way down on a busy road, where no one can track it to me if they're feeling belligerent and homophobic and "think about the children"-like.
So this is me quietly freaking out.