Okay, that kind of smarts.

[apocalypsos]

I took time out from working on The Sorcerers of Scranton to amuse myself at Go Fug Yourself and saw a comment there that made me choke into my drink and get cherry vodka and Sprite in my eye. Uh, OW.

I also figured out that my cable internet hookup reaches all the way through my office and into the spare bedroom. YAY! If I want to write away from the temptation of the television, I can do that now. :) Of course, the only problem is that if I really want to get away from the temptation of the television I should close the spare bedroom door, but I don't want to because I have a thing about closing the doors in my apartment. I'd just rather they all be open, thankyouverymuch.

I blame femmenerd for making me want to write Sam-gets-laid fic, although at the same time I want to combine it with my urge to write Sam-is-a-huge-true-crime-nerd-like-me fic. I've been feeling this compulsion to write a fic where Sam used to own the Encyclopedia of Serial Killers, except he doesn't anymore because his copy fell apart but that's okay because he memorized it. Which, you know, I absolutely didn't do with my copy. *shifty eyes*

EDIT: I didn't realize I was drunk until I got up just now to go to the bathroom and the floor didn't stay where it was supposed to. Uh, wow, these things work quick, don't they? *heads off to make another one*

Comments

[winterlive.livejournal.com]

WRITE SAMFIC. do it. you know you want to.

[femmenerd.livejournal.com]

I will happily take blame for this, especially if it means you actually do it. Zomg, DO EET! And nerdiness improves most things, imo.