*cries*

Dear co-workers,

Repeat after me:

"Hello, I'd like to place an order for delivery."

See? Not that hard, right? Now go try pushing buttons on the phone. That's not hard, either. Usually that's why I'm perfectly willing to order lunch for everybody.

But when I say I don't want to order today and you volunteer me to do it anyway, and then bitch and moan because I'm not calling the restaurant fast enough for you because my machine isn't working and I'm too busy doing my job, and then look at me like I'm deranged when you mill around in my line and in my way mulling over the menu, and then complain because I have no idea who's got the fucking money, and then roll your eyes when I get pissed off and yell at you all and start throwing things, you shouldn't be fucking surprised when I swear I'm never ordering lunch for anyone for me and Jess again.

Here's hoping you all fucking starve from now on because you're too goddamn lazy to CALL A FUCKING RESTAURANT. Asstards.

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Happy birthday to both keepaofthecheez and txtequilanights, both of whom I love like burning and think are adorable and funny and silly and faaaaaabulous. :)

So, yeah. I was going to write the both of you a shared fic -- like, really smutty Marc/Justin futurefic where they're being all "gay detective" all over the Mode offices together and then blowing each other in the copy room -- but, erm, my fic-fu is broken. *cries on your shoulders* So consider this an IOU for whenever I can get my brain to work again for this story or whatever other story you guys want me to write.

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New Heroes tonight! Excuse me while I whimper and make grabbyhands in the direction of the TV screen.

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And now to go clean my apartment. *sigh* I'm not even awake yet, damn it.

Sometimes I really hate TV.

While reading an article about NBC's fall lineup, I read this in a section about new shows they're picking up --

... and "Chuck" is a thriller about a computer geek who becomes a government agent after spy secrets are embedded in his brain.

-- and thought, "That's funny. I could have sworn I fangirled a show a lot like that a few years ago on UPN and it got CANCELED."

*sigh*

This is how we roll.

So in an effort to jump-start my fic-fu, I'm commandeering one of the spn_25 charts for an idea I've been mulling over for a couple of days. I think I'll go to Panera tomorrow and use this to plan the whole thing out, but ... yeah. Here's hoping this works. *crosses fingers*

( Fic chart )

I'm also going to try hitting the Books of Boggs tomorrow and seeing what I can do about jump-starting THAT particular dead zone. That probably annoys me more than not being able to write fanfic. It's my own damn canon and I know everything that happens for the entire ten books and I CAN'T WRITE. Yet I seem to be able to draw just fine these days. Le sigh.

Maybe I'll just go out and see if I can pick up a bottle of grape vodka and some lemonade to try and attempt an alcoholic version of Purplesaurus Rex Kool-Aid, and then recap something already for boos_hound.

Only forty minutes until new Heroes. *grabbyhands*

Now, say "cheese"! :)

We're only fifteen minutes in ...

... and I've already screamed three times.

( It may be a new record for me. )