lady_sarai

Dear Unasked for Plot Bunny,

DIE.

Or at least resolve yourself to being glimpsed at vaguely and with Jedi-like handwaves in some larger picture.

PLEASE?

-No love,
Me

Dear Memes I've Seen That Look Really Fun,

I don't have the time or energy to play with you right now! ::weeps:: Wait until tomorrow?

-Much love,
Me

Dear Ficathon-fics,

Cooperate with me and be kind.

-Pleadingly,
Me

Dear HTML,

DIE A PAINFUL DEATH IN A PIT OF VOLES!

And behave.

-Maliciously,
Me

In other news, had a very productive day while running on four hours of sleep. No call to sub, which meant I didn't have to say I couldn't, which meant the cable company guy came and found out that a fuse had blown somehow. He also showed me how to fix the mess my brother made with the wires connecting the cable box, dvd player and tv. So, go me! Also, I CLEANED. O_O The house looks like people can live in it. Wow.

Also, I updated my website with my latest fic (DC) and my Narnian yuletide fic and the cracktastic llama of a crossover fic-type-thing xenokattz and I can't stop thinking about. (Can you blame us?) Then... well, the HTML pretty much beat me up all afternoon/evening. Oh, and new layout for the lj, woot! It's pretty, from premade_ljs.

Took a trip to LL Bean and realized that I go there very rarely in the summer, but it's not unusual to go in the winter. Oddly. Must be the tourists that scare me off. Mom can totally get handicapped parking in the winter--although that's essentially useless, as the walk to the door is SUBSTANTIAL when her knee is bugging her. Bought a lunchbox. Was bit by rapid plot bunny who did not leave me alone for the whole ride home. Ate quesadillas for dinner.

Has an IM conversation with aradiachiba ( in which I lost two days and found them behind the peanut butter and cracked myself up when she began self-flaggelating herself. )

I really need to sleep now, because I may or may not get a phone call at 6 am asking me to sub and oi. If this happens, it might not be pretty. I am not nice to myself, I should have been in bed hours ago.

Dear Self,

WTF?!

Self-flaggelatingly,
Me