Resurfacing briefly to voice my rising panic about the 45 texts at 27KB each I must write by the end of December. In addition to finishing the Yuletide fic and writing a couple of corporate articles.

And no, I haven't bought any Christmas presents yet.

I'm not dead yet, but I might be by the end of this month.

*goes back to panicking quietly*

You know you've been reading too much porn if, when coming across the phrase "invest in Bavaria" in a business text, you read "incest in Bavaria" and it takes your mind several minutes to catch up and signal you that there must be something wrong with it ( Read more... )

It's late, I'm tired, and the deadline's approaching inevitably. And then there's this text I'm writing. It's about products that are advertised as offering the following benefits: Superior kink resistance. High pushability. Maximum lubricity.

...

My mind keeps wandering off to frolic with my Severus muse. I wonder why.