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drinkthepoisonx! I hope it's a wonderful day for you from start to finish ::hugs::
I'm sitting here wondering how I got bitten on my leg through lined trousers at soccer practice last night. Ow. Itchy and swollen. Hectic yesterday; David came rushing in from work at 3.50 and the limo arrived at 3.55 to take him to the airport; Long Island, not Boston. Maybe he's right and I don't listen to him...nah ;-) Back tomorrow afternoon, so that's not too bad.
The Secretary fic is almost done (though the way it's going, who knows? So much fun. Don't want it to end.) Ditto with my fic withwesleysgirl. I really do like co-writing. ::hugs people I'm writing with in a gratuitous fashion::
My Willow/Giles ficathon is at 3,500 and I've barely set the scene. And it's supposed to be dripping with smut and it isn't. Sunblind is waiting for me to get back to it, the Angel episode fic or essay isn't even a glimmer in my eye and I'm feeling slightly uninspired. Doldrums. I'm in the doldrums.
And every time I type, Talisker, who's lying in front of me, stretches out and taps my hands idly with a paw.
drinkthepoisonx! I hope it's a wonderful day for you from start to finish ::hugs::I'm sitting here wondering how I got bitten on my leg through lined trousers at soccer practice last night. Ow. Itchy and swollen. Hectic yesterday; David came rushing in from work at 3.50 and the limo arrived at 3.55 to take him to the airport; Long Island, not Boston. Maybe he's right and I don't listen to him...nah ;-) Back tomorrow afternoon, so that's not too bad.
The Secretary fic is almost done (though the way it's going, who knows? So much fun. Don't want it to end.) Ditto with my fic with
wesleysgirl. I really do like co-writing. ::hugs people I'm writing with in a gratuitous fashion::My Willow/Giles ficathon is at 3,500 and I've barely set the scene. And it's supposed to be dripping with smut and it isn't. Sunblind is waiting for me to get back to it, the Angel episode fic or essay isn't even a glimmer in my eye and I'm feeling slightly uninspired. Doldrums. I'm in the doldrums.
And every time I type, Talisker, who's lying in front of me, stretches out and taps my hands idly with a paw.