I don't have a small child, so I'll just use my mother.

[apocalypsos]

My mom just called and asked if I would go with her on Sunday night to see the third Santa Clause movie. Oh, damn. I suppose I shall suffer through the movie for my mother's sake, for I was in no way, shape or form strangely eager and desperate for someone to give me an excuse to go see the third movie in that magnificent crapfest. Ahem. *shifty eyes* (Admittedly she knows it's going to be bad, too, and yet we're both going to be each other's alibi. "I wouldn't have gone, but she wanted to go see it." HEE.) EDIT: Okay, the first movie was good. STILL.

I've only written a few hundred words today. *headdesk* Come on, story. *pokes it with a stick*

I'm feeling the urge to stop and write Hiro fic, too. Damn it, I'm not going to distract myself from the novel just yet. *buckles down*

In other news, I went to the store before and apparently had a craving for meat, considering I bought chicken, kielbasa, and a roast. GRRRR. I'm such a carnivore, y'all.

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If you write Hiro fic, I'll be first in line to read.