So, I had set the alarm for 5:30 on Saturday morning so that Alex could get to the airport on time. Which meant that I had to re-set it for 6:30 for today. Which I did, last night.

( Or so I thought. )

I don't think I'm ever going to get over this posting block.

Long story. Don't ask. Probably should eat something more substantial, that should help. That, and avoid reading things that are guaranteed to piss me off. :P

On the plus side, it's Friday. I'm alive. Good.

Migraine forming. Dammit!

I am suddenly very, VERY tired. *sips non-caffeinated mint tea* I'll be lucky not to fall asleep on the subway (almost did this morning). Better crank up the tunes...

( I wish I knew. )

Prompts from drunk_fic:

34. Ethan/Giles: Describe a night of their wasted youth. *grin*

35. Ethan/Giles: Post "Chosen" Giles and Ethan run into each other at a bar. Extra points if they go home together.

I can't sign up for ANYTHING ELSE until I get past this stupid stage posting fright, dammit. *fights down plot bunnies* Leave me alone, you little ( Read more... )

( Piece of bread! Cake! Whatever. )