I wrote Breaking Down is Hard to Do, a little Sports Night fic for Ekaterinn.

1. This hotel has the Sleep Number bed, which as it turns out is essentially the Air Jordan of mattresses. You can pump it up or let it down; and if you choose a softer option, then when you move the whole thing wiggles under you like an air mattress, only without going flatter and flatter all night. Not sure this is a feature ( Read more... )

1. ( Doctor Who: The End of Time, part 1: )

YOU GUYS. A storm woke me up over here, and you know the first thing I did was reach for the laptop and have a look at my yuletide present, and omg! It is Plato and Aristotle, and is exactly the Higgins-and-Pickering (My Fair Lady) that I forgot to ask for a couple of years ago, and it is awesome! Look how the Higgins-POV narrator changes his tune about ( Read more... )

Upload accomplished! I will now go have a Day.

Yuletide is done! Needs a title (and, ideally, a clever summary). I'll think about it while I'm on the phone with the dealership about my car. Yay!

OMG HOME STRETCH.

... and I really have to pack my suitcase on the assumption that I will in fact be able to leave tomorrow.

[ETA: The snow has stopped, repeat, stopped, it is no longer snowing. \o/ Digging out again tomorrow will suck, but at least one won't be shoveling against the tide.]

My final is submitted! (Twice - once wrong, and once right. /o\) I'd treat myself to a milkshake, but I'm out of ice cream.

Back to the yuletide mines, then.

My take-home final is 3/4 done. (Due tonight at midnight.) My yuletide is at a midpoint. (Due Monday 9pm.) I will finish both of them fine. Woohoo ( Read more... )

1068 words, baby! (Some of those are dashes, I admit - I put spaces around my dashes, see? - but not sixty-eight of them. WOOT, is what I am saying here.)