Would you believe that
May 5th crept on me with more stealth than Arthur trying to cuddle Eames in his sleep?
I had this idea for a Akira/Hikaru ficlet for months, and I was all "oh, I'll work on it later, wouldn't it be nice to have something to post for May 5h?" And there we are, and the idea for a ficlet still hasn't upgraded to even complete first draft. Anyway, happy Hikago day all the same!
Come to think of it, May is quite the stealthy month, the 1st already took me by surprise what with coming right after April ended. (And I won't elaborate further, because even I can see how little sense I'm making right now.)
Here, have a fun/not fun story instead: realizing that the amount of coffee I drank in a day couldn't possibly be healthy, I decided to cut down my daily intake, switching three glasses of coffee out of four for plain hot water that I realized suited me just as well. There I was, feeling happy and virtuous and all was well. Then, I went back to my father's for a few days and without even thinking about it reversed to our usual, rather cafeinated routine. Well, it turns out that once you've started cutting down on cafeine, you can't go back. I endured four sleepless nights (okay, maybe I did sleep for a couple of hours each time, or there would have been no way for me to even function during daytime, but still) and learnt my lesson. *sighs* When I think that I could, without harm, drink one last warm cup of coffee just before getting to bed...
I had this idea for a Akira/Hikaru ficlet for months, and I was all "oh, I'll work on it later, wouldn't it be nice to have something to post for May 5h?" And there we are, and the idea for a ficlet still hasn't upgraded to even complete first draft. Anyway, happy Hikago day all the same!
Come to think of it, May is quite the stealthy month, the 1st already took me by surprise what with coming right after April ended. (And I won't elaborate further, because even I can see how little sense I'm making right now.)
Here, have a fun/not fun story instead: realizing that the amount of coffee I drank in a day couldn't possibly be healthy, I decided to cut down my daily intake, switching three glasses of coffee out of four for plain hot water that I realized suited me just as well. There I was, feeling happy and virtuous and all was well. Then, I went back to my father's for a few days and without even thinking about it reversed to our usual, rather cafeinated routine. Well, it turns out that once you've started cutting down on cafeine, you can't go back. I endured four sleepless nights (okay, maybe I did sleep for a couple of hours each time, or there would have been no way for me to even function during daytime, but still) and learnt my lesson. *sighs* When I think that I could, without harm, drink one last warm cup of coffee just before getting to bed...