![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
...and some people have half a one for breakfast.
Sometimes I feel like I have a lot of important, relevant things I'd like to post about concerning life, the universe and everything.
And then I think 42! Or my computer plays a funny song, or I go "oo, shiny!" (Like now.)
And it doesn't happen.
I APPLIED FOR A PASSPORT TODAY!!!!!!! Witness my happy dance of glee.
I'll be on the couchreading comics and finishing a ficathon fic that, uh, is definitely not, you know, due tomorrow and is, uh, totally done. ::cough:: Yeah. If done=totally not..
I point to Lives by Breaking as evidence to myself and everyone that I can, indeed, finish a fic an hour before deadline and still churn out something fairly awesome. If I'm allowed to be that egotistical. (Somehow when I type that, it always turns into egotestical. Subconscious? Stop being a teenage boy. You're not even male. Although you are a straight woman...)
...
This post has no point. Continue on with your Saturday.
There may be a small point, in that I feel compelled to say that today is sort of one of those rough days. I think I possibly started relating to comic book characters a little too personally again (meaning I might have forgotten to remind myself that they're *fictional*), which may or may not have led to thinking about Katharine and this might have set off a bit of a *mood.* But I'm trying not to go there. This might have been what I was thinking of discussing before Douglas Adams took over my brain. This seems like the sort of thing I could/should/might work out in fic form, if I can handle it emotionally. I might not be ready for that yet.
Actually, I think the comicbooks are going away for a bit and that might well help with the *mood.*
Right, fic.
(This is probably not the time to title this entry "I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sounds they make as they fly by," is it? Oh, Douglas Adams, you said the best things.)
Sometimes I feel like I have a lot of important, relevant things I'd like to post about concerning life, the universe and everything.
And then I think 42! Or my computer plays a funny song, or I go "oo, shiny!" (Like now.)
And it doesn't happen.
I APPLIED FOR A PASSPORT TODAY!!!!!!! Witness my happy dance of glee.
I'll be on the couch
I point to Lives by Breaking as evidence to myself and everyone that I can, indeed, finish a fic an hour before deadline and still churn out something fairly awesome. If I'm allowed to be that egotistical. (Somehow when I type that, it always turns into egotestical. Subconscious? Stop being a teenage boy. You're not even male. Although you are a straight woman...)
...
This post has no point. Continue on with your Saturday.
There may be a small point, in that I feel compelled to say that today is sort of one of those rough days. I think I possibly started relating to comic book characters a little too personally again (meaning I might have forgotten to remind myself that they're *fictional*), which may or may not have led to thinking about Katharine and this might have set off a bit of a *mood.* But I'm trying not to go there. This might have been what I was thinking of discussing before Douglas Adams took over my brain. This seems like the sort of thing I could/should/might work out in fic form, if I can handle it emotionally. I might not be ready for that yet.
Actually, I think the comicbooks are going away for a bit and that might well help with the *mood.*
Right, fic.
(This is probably not the time to title this entry "I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sounds they make as they fly by," is it? Oh, Douglas Adams, you said the best things.)
