Do you realize that if I played by the rules right now, I'd be at work?

[apocalypsos]

Or, to describe my night with another movie quote, so far tonight I've done absolutely nothing and it was everything I thought it could be.

Well, okay, I've been working on fic. An easy explanation for why I end up getting another damn fic done every other day is because every time I get a fic idea, I start it in a file at the very least. It explains why I've got a document file with seven started stories in it right now. Normally there's more, but since my computer busted last time, I lost a lot of the stories I started and didn't get to finish. *grumbles* I've started three tonight. And what really breaks my brain is that I've written nineteen fics so far this month and it's the twenty-fourth. Twelve more in a week and I could have written one for every day of the month. Please don't encourage this. I need to leave my house. And occasionally my chair. Did I mention I slept in my butterfly chair AGAIN today? Sheesh.

Oh, and later I have to work on my resume, because yay for a job fair tomorrow! *happy dance* Here's hoping there's something not total crap there.

I just read somebody referring to Harold on Top Chef as the Mr. Darcy. That right there? Is a frightfully apt description for a cooking show contestant. EDIT: HA! I knew it! I knew they were making the wedding dinner for a commitment ceremony! Not that they say it in the promos, but I thought that was the hands of two guys exchanging rings. That's so cool! :)

*wanders away to slack off some more*

Comments

[marag.livejournal.com]

Squee! Gay wedding! That's gonna be such fun :)

[sadiekate.livejournal.com]

QB and I are currently not speaking because we are in a fight over who gets to sleep with Harold.

[kanedax.livejournal.com]

No wonder you're sore.