Fic: Insomnia [RENT]

Title: Insomnia
Author: lady_sarai, with zoe_chan (aka the_and_sara)
Fandom: RENT
Rating: R, I suppose. Language.
Pairing(s): Pre-RENT Mark/Maureen
Disclaimer: I own nothing what-so-ever.
Notes: Takes place roughly following the events of Not Enough by zoe_chan and alludes briefly to them, though I suppose it makes sense enough on it’s own. See This post for details on our reasoning concerning Roger’s withdrawal. (If it's a source of concern, that is.) =)

Uber thanks to zoe_chan, who provided Roger’s dialogue and endless advice and counsel, and helped me choreograph. ;) And who is my beta-reader extraordinaire, as well as the Angel (or Collins) to my Mark. And to aradiachiba, who is Maureen. And who suggested a shove.


Summary: Pre-RENT. Mark can’t sleep. In the middle of the night, he and Roger discuss April. If “discuss” is the right word…


( The loft just isn’t the same without Maureen. )

Feedback is love! Love me! ;)

Bleh

Yeah, so. Wiped out all day for no real reason. Just exhausted.

And I so am not even here, mentally. It's bad.

I'd better read Sula, since we need to have it finished by class tomorrow. And My Antonia needs to be done for class Thursday morning, but I've got classes pretty much straight through from 11 to almost 10 tomorrow night. (Which, OMG, bLEH! We have to watch a 4 hour movie in our film class! I whine!)

Yeah, so, also should definitely write my HP fic for the January challenge because unless I get my arse moving, it'll be late. And *that* is fun.

Is it sad that I feel like putting the fic before the schoolwork?

Yes, yes it is.

I really hope Brokeback Mountain sweeps the Oscars. Truly.

Also wish this funky mood everyone-including me-is in would go away. =P Ah well. Gotta love January and income taxes. >.<

(Also, am feeling a certain amount of kindness towards Ernie Macmillan and have never felt that before. Odd. And I'm having withdrawal because none of my books are here at school with me and so because I don't have them, I want them. Sigh.)

I could/should type up the group paper for film that we did this afternoon. hmm. But I'd rather climb into bed and pass out. I think it's the weather. Been spitting snow since Sunday. Grey. Bleh.

American Idol tonight and I'm feeling blah about *that,* too. Man.