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So night sitting isn't going great. Today I woke up hungover feeling and with a headache.
And I get nothing actually done. I have read all the Teen Wolf fic that was recced on twitter and I'm saving torakowalski's latest for when I'm alone.
I'm basically never alone.
Mema is not great. She actually packed up her room this morning and tried to find Daddy so he could take her home. She doesn't know who any of us are. We are related to her, but I'm her first cousin and Daddy is her brother. I'm not sure about Mama. I think she knows she's not related to her but she looks familiar.
Other than walking behind her and making sure things aren't messed up along the way, I am not doing much except easing Mama's sanity.
I have started my ARBB, but I decided earlier that I didn't like it and I want to start it again. I might do that. I want to finish it all in one go. I know what I want to do, but writing isn't working for me right now.
I have no idea what my problem is.
I have to give the dog a bath in a bit and I guess I do some plotting then. At least I'll be mostly alone. I don't think the dog can talk. Well at least he doesn't while I'm around.
Oh, last night, well early this morning, I had a dream that Clark Gregg came to the house and made us cupcakes. He was all serious about it. And we didn't have coconut, so he called someone, got them to fly a helicopter with coconut and varies things to my parents' house, and I was standing in the kitchen staring at him like I was the crazy person.
I do not remember actually eating the cupcakes.
I think it was helicopter noises because it was super windy earlier and raining and gross. Usually I dream about rain when it's raining.
Okay, so I'm going to write about August's feelings in an attempt to sort through mine and maybe come out the other side with Clint/Coulson ones. I don't know how that's going to work, but yeah. Let's pretend that it will, shall we?
And I get nothing actually done. I have read all the Teen Wolf fic that was recced on twitter and I'm saving torakowalski's latest for when I'm alone.
I'm basically never alone.
Mema is not great. She actually packed up her room this morning and tried to find Daddy so he could take her home. She doesn't know who any of us are. We are related to her, but I'm her first cousin and Daddy is her brother. I'm not sure about Mama. I think she knows she's not related to her but she looks familiar.
Other than walking behind her and making sure things aren't messed up along the way, I am not doing much except easing Mama's sanity.
I have started my ARBB, but I decided earlier that I didn't like it and I want to start it again. I might do that. I want to finish it all in one go. I know what I want to do, but writing isn't working for me right now.
I have no idea what my problem is.
I have to give the dog a bath in a bit and I guess I do some plotting then. At least I'll be mostly alone. I don't think the dog can talk. Well at least he doesn't while I'm around.
Oh, last night, well early this morning, I had a dream that Clark Gregg came to the house and made us cupcakes. He was all serious about it. And we didn't have coconut, so he called someone, got them to fly a helicopter with coconut and varies things to my parents' house, and I was standing in the kitchen staring at him like I was the crazy person.
I do not remember actually eating the cupcakes.
I think it was helicopter noises because it was super windy earlier and raining and gross. Usually I dream about rain when it's raining.
Okay, so I'm going to write about August's feelings in an attempt to sort through mine and maybe come out the other side with Clint/Coulson ones. I don't know how that's going to work, but yeah. Let's pretend that it will, shall we?