hmpf

Well, didn't quite spend them yet, technically. Just ordered stuff for more than 1300 euros. Will have to pay on delivery or so.

I bought a crazy-expensive desk chair, so I won't get such terrible backaches anymore (hopefully).

I also bought a workbench (even more expensive than the chair), and a bench vice.

That's my flat mostly complete, now. I'm still missing a bed, but I don't really mind sleeping on a mattress on the floor, so I may just decide not to get one, for now. I also still need a couple of lamps, and some small workshop accessories. But mostly, the shopping is done.

Whew.

Still just under 5,300, because of course I had to go and cut a lot today before I went and added something new.

Seeing now that a lot of what I wrote so quickly in the last few days still needs a whole lot of work. Not sure of my characterisation in a few places; that Sam's been weird ever since the War doesn't help. It's difficult to gauge how weird, and in which specific ways, he would be in any given situation...

I thought I'd killed younger!Sam, the day before yesterday, but now I think he's actually still alive. That's good - even though the news of his death didn't seem to faze older!Sam much at all (though maybe it partly inspired his casual cruelty against the creepy crawlies in his garden - I dunno). Still, there's really been enough death in this story.

I think I found the ending today. Haven't written it yet, but I really know what's going to happen. I think.

I also think I wrote the first of two missing transitions today, though that may not be quite done yet.

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And now, a note on another fic - one I wrote years ago and am about to revise a bit before I post it on AO3. That fic's set on another planet, whose surface I described, at the time, thus: ... there is no horizon, the emptiness of the ground melting into the emptiness of the sky. I'd never actually seen anything like that, but a few days ago I found this photo from Antarctica:

http://cdn.theatlantic.com/static/infocus/antarctica0304/s_a31_HITEBLUE.jpg

Yep, that's sky meeting ground there, although you can't see any horizon. It looks almost like I imagined it, except in my story the sky and the ground were much closer in colour, so the effect would be even more confusing.

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And, courtesy of Improv Everywhere, via boingboing, here's what would happen if an Immortal went to an art gallery and stood in front of his own portrait:

http://improveverywhere.com/2011/03/06/king-philip-iv/

Take-home message: immortals really need to stop worrying about being recognised. The public doesn't give a shit. :D

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Going flat hunting tomorrow.