BLARGH.

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.

Bwahahaha!

This letter sums up every feeling I have upon seeing "Have a happy period" on my television screen, so I can just imagine how I would react if I actually saw this on the goddamn liners I use. The day before my period I'm practically homicidal and the first day of it I'm praying for a helpful vivisection from a stranger, so that slogan has convinced me not only that a man came up with it, but that no one at either the ad agency or the company itself has a vagina and that there must be dozens of takes of the woman in the commercial saying "Have a happy period" bursting out laughing halfway through going, "No, really, are you fucking serious?"

Elsewhere, I went to lie down for a nap and got up six hours later. Gee, thanks, body.

Sweet Charity bidding opens in eight hours, and I've offered up two stories and a movie recap only because I went with the latest deadline there was. I'm a bit paranoid that no one will bid on me at all but that's just me being me, although I'm more worried about the drunken movie recap offer than the fic offers.

I continue to have no urge to see 300. Yes, I know it's good. Yes, I know you've seen it and it's wonderful. Yes, I know Gerard Butler's in it in a loincloth. And yet still.