Woohoo night off! No med cart for me tonight. Although I will be doing some self-medicating. *eyeballs bottle of wine in the fridge*
I continue to plod through my space_wrapped
. It's totally terrible so far, but I have high hopes that it will actually get done
. I was thinking of turning it into a five and one fic, which would be much shorter and focus instead on the main charater interactions instead of getting bogged down with technical details. I like writing cheezy shippy shit and h/c and angst much more. And, as always, I find that I enjoy editing what I've already written far more than I like actually writing. Must be the ex-copy-journalist in me.
Almost plowed into a deer on the way home last night. Unbelievable. I lived for over three years in the boonies of Berlin and I barely saw deer. Yet I come withing six inches of hitting one in the middle of a Massachusetts highway. At fifty miles per hour. Without my seatbelt on. I saw my life flash before my eyes. Note to self: your life is fucking boring.
And when I got home from work, I had missed a night of Word Wars. I hate you evening shift.akainagi
has a new userhead. And, yes, she is referring to herself in the third person just so she can show it off.
Now I am off to therapy to bitch to a professional. She is not anywhere near as tolerant of my shit as my f-list is.