Oh, man, nobody move me.

[apocalypsos]

OW. Every freaking muscle in my body hurts. This whole having a job thing needs to stop yesterday, if only so that I can go one week without sleeping an entire day away due to the fact that I have no other option than to slip into a quick and dirty coma.

*yawns*

Okay, have set up the Heroes torrent so that when I wake up, I can watch it. *grabbyhands*

Not like I didn't already spoil myself for it, though. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I'm sorry, that was wrong. How about this one?

I WIN AT FANDOM! WOO!

(What? I never get this shit right, okay, especially not from the pilot onward. Let me soak in it for a while.)

Wait, wait, I've got another one.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I swear to God I am not laughing at the Paire wank that's sure to turn up in the next week. Except maybe I am a little, because even though the people on my friends list who ship them are sane (thank GOD) and I ship them too (although I believed full well from the very beginning that Nathan was Claire's bio-dad, which, hey, at least I see the 'cest, all right?), a good percentage of the Paire shippers on the fic comms seem a little ... er, I'm trying to come up with the right description for it, and the only one that springs to mind is, "cutely militant." Which is not quite the stuffed-bunnies-at-boot-camp comparison you'd think.

You do realize, though, that this requires fic from me. SO MUCH FIC.

Yeah, 'cause God knows I wasn't already writing Nathan as Claire's bio-dad. WHEEEEE. :)