I'm going to be *SO* productive!

I decided to do the National Book Writing Month spin off, so I will be making (at least) 50 comic strips next month. I'll probably do something handling Stargate Atlantis and it's fandom, but it can still change. Too bad that I'm not that good a comic writer ("Punchline? What punchline?").

For those who are not into Atlantis, I promise to make a sparkly pop-slashy holiday calendar on december.

For those who are into neither, I promise to not to spam you by posting pictures every day.

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I have been digging my storage spaces and my closets all day, throwing some stuff straight away to garbage and picking some better items for flea market sale. Why have I been dragging with me crap, like half used water colors that weren't very good in the first place, for ten years?! *Sigh* I'm obviously taking the steps on mentally moving away from this room where I live. The problem will arise if I can't physically move when I'm mentally ready, I fear.

Somebody is selling Zoloft coffee mugs on the local internet auction. I think that they are hilarious, but maybe I'm the only one. I'm thinking about bibbing...

I send a bunch of good and thought over open job applications for firms where I'd really like to work. It's been almost a week now and I only got one instant "Thank you but we aren't looking personnel right now we keep you in mind blah blah"-reply. Now I'm feeling so paranoid! What if the companies used a e-mail program that counted my application as spam? What if the applications just sit unopened in the inbox of some secretary? What if the applications really got forwarded to somebody who would take them seriously? How long would I have to wait before writing them again to ask what is happening?