Jun 23, 2008 21:48
My sis and I had a short conversation last night. Here's the jist.
Me: *Trips and falls* (not because of the fan) *takes out the fan while falling*
Sister comes it because she heard the crash. "Are you ok?"
Me: "Yea. I tripped, the fan decided to get in the way."
Sister: "You know it's an inanimate object, right?"
Jamie laughs and (once I manage to pick myself up and put the fan back together) suggests to use it as a prompt for a fic. I agree, and head over to the computer to write it down for later.
Eventually Jamie suggests handing it to someone else to write on, suggests friend (who's history I'm working my way through, only two more years before I catch up to present!) as the target. Again I agree. Then her mood swings around and suddenly she's thinking I don't like her anymore.
Wait, what.. ? and.. how? And.. ow. x.x
It's not the mood swing that gets me.. it's the fact that, it's because I'm taking her advice that she thinks I don't like her. *sigh*
Now to comfort her and maybe in the morn finish the scene we have almost finished and send it off to the beta-reader.