BLARGH.

[apocalypsos]

It's eight in the morning and I've been at Panera for the last forty-five minutes.

Er, it's possible I need to get a life.

*headsmack*

On the plus side:

Remix fic -- Halfway done.
Big bang fic -- Finally started.
Rewritten first chapter of Dead Men In Dark Suits -- Spontaneously discovered hiding in an old email account. WOO! (And I may post the first few paragraphs later, depending on how much work I get done.)

I can't believe it's eight in the morning on what constitutes a weekend for me and I'm awake and out of the house. Granted, I'm still awake from last night, but that's what happens when you work four day shifts of twelve-hour workdays and then drop into bed on the weekends whenever you feel sleepy. *shrugs*

I want crab legs. Hmm.

Comments

[tabaqui]

I love Paneras. Do you eat those lovely, lovely egg souffle's they have? OMG.
That and an iced chai. Or a cheese danish.
*swoons*

Yay, i finally started my bigbang fic, too!
*is pleased but terrified*

[ephemerall.livejournal.com]

I have a Panera near me, in New Hartford. I wish you were close by, we could talk or something.

*is lonely and sad*

[mikhale.livejournal.com]

I want crab legs.

Okay, so, I commented just to say that I read that as you wanting to grow crab legs so that you, for some reason, would scuttle around.

Nevermind the fact that crab legs are actually food and that I eat them legs like every week or so.

*is a bit retarded*

*but only a little bit*