It was either this or War of the Worlds. And I'm an apocalypse whore, but I have my limits.

Am watching Jaws.

Really, more things should be called off to avoid seeing that little Kintner boy spill out all over the docks.

(Also, the drunk guy in the opening scene looks exactly like my dad did when this movie came out. HEE.)

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I'm in the middle of printing out the monster ficathon entry of doooooooooooom so that I can re-read the whole thing on the bus and edit what I can. I only have half of one scene to finish and then I'm done.

I typed it the way I'm going to post it -- single-spaced paragraphs with a space in between each one. Right now, it's at 47k, and what I've got done so comes out to 78 pages.

Seventy-eight pages. It's a ficathon entry, for Christ's sake.

There's something wrong with me, I swear. *headsmack*

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Almost forty-nine thousand words later, I am done. *keels over*

wal_lace and ladybug218, I just sent you two the second half. I didn't get a chance to look it over too much, but I tried. *shrugs*

*goes back to being all keeled over and whatnot*

EDIT: In a related story, for not knowing the difference between Microsoft Word and the internet, the Glorified Optimist can feel free to bite me.