Jan 07, 2012 02:47
“We’re keeping these?” Greer asks, poking the hides with the toe of his boot.
“Yep,” Young says.
James chuckles. “Think of all the socks.”
Does this make sense anywhere other than my head? It's one thing to say "oh hey, there are tons of things that look like sheep", but this may actually just be my need to sleep playing tricks on me.
Also still have a "festering, ranky, puling, gob-clogging, sarden cold". *hopes someone gets the reference*
Well, less a cold than a sinus infection, but. Blowing my nose almost constantly - that is, when he drainage isn't choking me. Coughing would actually be less annoying.
On the other hand, I have something of a plot for Rewind now, and I just put two Michael Buble songs on my ipod. So. Upsides.
*steeles self to hack away at part 2 of Rewind*
blah blah blah,
about me,
mopey josie,
about writing,
and so i petition le f-list,
fandom:stargate,
late night babble,
not a fic