Arthur's got to have spares, right?

[apocalypsos]

I think I need a Merlin.

You know, a cute fumbling magician who'll go get me tea when I run out and have incredible sexual chemistry with me. I don't think I'm asking for too much.

Hell, I'd just settle for someone who'd go get me tea right now.

Is it patently obvious that I'm procrastinating? I'm supposed to be working on chapter sixteen of Heroine Addiction. Instead I've been making sulky Parker faces at my computer for the past hour. And why haven't I written any Parker fic? I love Parker. SHE'S MY FAVORITE, YOU GUYS. It's wrong that I've never written any Parker fic. Then again, I haven't written fic in months. Yuletide, maybe? Hell if I remember.

I also need to write Chuck Shirley fic, but that's neither here nor there.

SEE?! *headdesk*

I seem to be doing the mental equivalent of slouching down in my office chair and spinning around yelling, "Wheee!" at the top of my lungs. This can't possibly be conducive to creative writing output.

... you know what? I want a fudgsicle.

*twirls*