Just eating Pringles and writing porn.

[apocalypsos]

Or something. I think I'm going to end up writing Daniel/Alexis fic now and it'll be all poisontaster's and txtequilanights's fault. (Or at least I will be blaming them for it. HEE.)

Also, I think I'm being coerced into writing Supernatural prison and law enforcement fic.

I'd ask if this were "Wheedle Fic Out Of TP Day," but experience tells me that's pretty much every day. *snickers*

And I think I'm definitely settling on my spn_j2_bigbang fic idea, which is basically a post-Demon-smiting Sam and Dean having a run of good fortune that just gets more miraculous and more creepy with every passing "gift." That right there, though? That's all I've got. *shrugs* Eh, I've got four months and a new notebook to keep track of ideas in. I'm not in a huge hurry, although I do hope it doesn't decide to be short in the end and make me have to scrap it for the bigbang and just write it as everyday fic.

*reads above*

*sighs*

And I wonder why I'm home alone on a Saturday night. (But I won't be next week! Oh, God. *whimpers* At least it's four people having dinner together instead of just the two of us, which would scare the crap out of me even more.)