*spazzes out*

[apocalypsos]

Yuletide panic is like childbirth. (Okay, not really.) You forget what it feels like except for the giddiness of the end result until you sign up to do it again and OMGFUCKSHITBALLS rolls around again.

Uh, so ... yeah. I've cracked eleven hundred words and have probably another fifteen hundred more to go.

Man, am I glad tomorrow it's back to more training at work rather than going back on the phones. URGH.

Comments

[florahart]

Well, if it's like my more recent childbirth experience, I'm sort of hoping any minute now is the time the situation goes in a heartbeat from slightly worrying to completely fucking alarming with a side of potential for lethalness, and someone comes along with the big drugs and knocks me out so I can wake up tomorrow with the story all delivered and me none the wiser.

Hey, that seems like a PLAN.

*nods*

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

I feel rather guilty that mines only 1221 words. D:

[derryderrydown.livejournal.com]

I don't want to go to work tomorrow! Can I call in sick with Yuletide?

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

... OMG I THINK I'M DONE.

*cautious \o/*