In which I am Billy No Mates
Well, I've been up for two hours and so far the only tick in the "good" column is swear_jar's notesummary for The Gentle Art Of Making Enemies which is awesome but frustrating because I WANT TO READ IT PROPERLY.
In the "bad" column we have weird nightmares, oversleep, congestion, yet another fingernail falling off, my iPod inexplicably having run down its battery overnight by PLAYING despite having no headphones in and having been stopped, the Kindle has frozen up again, and no one listens to a single fucking word I say, which is making maintaining my brainboner over forthcoming story a bit difficult.
As soon as the iPod is charged up again I'm going to buy some SHELVES because my life is just that exciting, and then shit out some fanfic, and then I'm going to the pub with Doug to drink some whiskey unless he has forgotten on account of making that date while spectacularly fucking drunk.
In the "bad" column we have weird nightmares, oversleep, congestion, yet another fingernail falling off, my iPod inexplicably having run down its battery overnight by PLAYING despite having no headphones in and having been stopped, the Kindle has frozen up again, and no one listens to a single fucking word I say, which is making maintaining my brainboner over forthcoming story a bit difficult.
As soon as the iPod is charged up again I'm going to buy some SHELVES because my life is just that exciting, and then shit out some fanfic, and then I'm going to the pub with Doug to drink some whiskey unless he has forgotten on account of making that date while spectacularly fucking drunk.