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I really have to stop conjuring up reasons not to go to the gym and just fucking well go. It's so boring! And it smells! And while I'm busing I don't get in til half six so I just can't be arsed! Once I get a new vroom I'll be able to make it in time for Step again, but until then I can see myself getting Tres Fat.

And today's all been a bit Blah. Got a mild touch of Rage when the bus driver wouldn't stop for a woman with a pram (he'd seriously ONLY just started pulling away - it wouldn't have inconvenienced anybody one bit to have waited for her - they're all such cocking Jobsworths!) Apart from that it's all been quite Meh. Meh, and cold.

Hmm... let's do a spot of writing, shall we?

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I'm feeling a lot better about the NewFic now.

'Needless to say, if you even so much as contemplate using that window as an escape hatch again, I'll chop both your legs off and use them to beat the rest of you to death with.'

It's still long, but not as rambley, and now has much better dialogue.