I feel so gross and ill from insomnia, menstruation, stress, and other things that I totally don't want to go to work tomorrow. I do not want to wake up before 7am to go to work and make a depressingly small amount per hour ( Read more... )

I feel a vague sense of guilt. I like a story. A fanfiction. About Harry Potter. I like a story revolving around Harry Potter in which he is not a self-involved little prick.

Eep?

Stealing Harry -- Stealing Harry grabs canon by the throat and disembowls it. If Lucius Malfoy got to Peter Pettigrew before Sirius could, Sirius would be a ( Read more... )

Lately, I've felt this strange urge to write ( Read more... )

Tomorrow is disgustingly good food and the Scissor Sisters concert ( Read more... )