What was I thinking?
Oh, yeah, that's right. I wasn't. *headdesk*
I wish I could say that'll teach me to stay up late to write fic, but that would be blatant lie. It's so much fun. I just could do without the hassle of braindeadedness (yes, it's a word -- now).
Have I mentioned yet how I've regressed back to my teenager years? Obviously this includes keeping ridiculous hours, procrastinating from sleep, and writing with a maniacal gleam in my eyes. This would scare me if I could bring myself to care about anything else but coffee right now.
*off to grab a shitload of coffee*
I wish I could say that'll teach me to stay up late to write fic, but that would be blatant lie. It's so much fun. I just could do without the hassle of braindeadedness (yes, it's a word -- now).
Have I mentioned yet how I've regressed back to my teenager years? Obviously this includes keeping ridiculous hours, procrastinating from sleep, and writing with a maniacal gleam in my eyes. This would scare me if I could bring myself to care about anything else but coffee right now.
*off to grab a shitload of coffee*
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That's the perfect word for my current state of mind. I stayed up very late (or possibly early?) last night watching BSG. It was totally worth the braindeadedness though.
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(assuming I can read it without being spoiled, that is)
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