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There's a movie on Lifetime right now with Hugh Laurie, Matthew McFadyen, and James Purefoy in it. SCORE.

If you've sent me an email about your story being late for apocalyptothon, I've gotten it. :)

I've heard this dirty rumor about a bright ball of light that lives in the sky and warms the earth. Lies!

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I hate, hate, HATE writer's block.

I'd rather be sick. I'd rather have a sore throat and a stuffy nose and a fever and nausea and fatigue and my period all at the same goddamn time. I'd rather have a twisted ankle again, and considering how badly I fucked my ankle up the one time I did that, that's saying something.

I hate this feeling. I have recaps to write or finish and a new first sentence to come up with and Books of Boggs scenes I want to work on and fanfic ideas to play with and it's not like there's nothing in my brain, it's that nothing will COME OUT.

Stupid brain. BAH.

*imitates icon*

And later I have to go to work. *sigh* This day just keeps getting better and better.

I think I need an ice cream cone. It's amazing how many of my problems these days can be solved with an ice cream cone. Mmm-hmm.