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Apr. 23rd, 2006 02:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosI know what I'm writing for my zombie story! I know what I'm writing for my zombie story! *happy flails* I mean, I already did, but at this point, I've pretty much got the story in my head and I've just got to pound it out over the next week, so that's good. (I'm trying to think of a ficathon entry I haven't written entirely in the last week before the deadline and the only one I can think of is Something Biblical.)
But what did I do when I woke up instead? I wrote an email to TWoP and bitched about the Supernatural recaps. I probably just wasted fifteen minutes of my time considering the way dissenting opinions get treated over there, but since this is the only time the writing of one of the recaps has actively pissed me off, I figured what the hell. I hate to say I could do a better job, but oooooooooo, could I. Hell, Emmett could do a better job, but then again, he's a chinchilla plotting world domination.
It's cloudy and cold and damp outside, and it's bringing me down. Maybe the fact that I'm taking a personal day to get out of the last day of my shift will make me feel better eventually, but all I can think right now is, UGH.
Last night at work, I was belting out cartoon theme songs at the top of my lungs and being led into conversations where I could say things like, "Well, you really should name the elephant in your ear if only to distinguish it from the elephants in your other body parts." Saying we were all insane last night is an understatement.
But what did I do when I woke up instead? I wrote an email to TWoP and bitched about the Supernatural recaps. I probably just wasted fifteen minutes of my time considering the way dissenting opinions get treated over there, but since this is the only time the writing of one of the recaps has actively pissed me off, I figured what the hell. I hate to say I could do a better job, but oooooooooo, could I. Hell, Emmett could do a better job, but then again, he's a chinchilla plotting world domination.
It's cloudy and cold and damp outside, and it's bringing me down. Maybe the fact that I'm taking a personal day to get out of the last day of my shift will make me feel better eventually, but all I can think right now is, UGH.
Last night at work, I was belting out cartoon theme songs at the top of my lungs and being led into conversations where I could say things like, "Well, you really should name the elephant in your ear if only to distinguish it from the elephants in your other body parts." Saying we were all insane last night is an understatement.
