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Forgot to bring a book to work today, which meant that at my lunch break I had a whole hour with--quelle horreur!--nothing but a pad of paper and pen to keep me busy. I tried to fend off the obvious by making a list of things to do, but there's only so far you can stretch 'finish yuletide stories, get them betaed, back up your writing directory, and try not to succumb to the wicked cold both of your roommates are catching,' so in the end I was forced to actually... write.

Three quarters of a page longhand, which is more than I've done in ages (like, seriously, several days). Got to the part about nipples and wound up just staring into space instead of actually writing anything down. Oops. Have to work on that.

Er. Or I could work on work.

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Books being bound today:

The Flight from Science and Reason edited by Paul R. Gross et al,
and
Fibonacci Numbers by Nicolai N. Vorobiev

I'm not sure anybody on my friends list will find both of those amusing, or, if unamused, at least know why I did. (And no, iuliamentis, you live with me, you don't count.)