Um.
So, um, I told myself I wouldn't post anything here until I had anything worthwhile to post. Four months later and I figure I need to post something so...yeah. I guess I could ramble on about how annoying Borders shutting is, and the subsequent quest for the new edition of The Writer's Tale said closing caused (which, incidentally, failed and has forced me to order it off the internet, to my immense irritation. I do not have patience, damnit. And why on Earth does Play.com still class it as a pre-order item when it came out yesterday?), but I doubt anyone's interested. I'll be honest, it's not really an interesting story. And, for once in my life, I have actually finished something I started, so as I type this there's currently something rarer than a banjo-playing koala sitting right next to me, stored safely in Steven The USB Drive Robot.
It is- and prepare yourself for this- an actual piece of finished fic. Yes, from me. It's not too long and it's not too good, but I don't want to scare it away or anything so I better upload it as quickly as I can. Plus it's bloody freezing and I'll have to get up sort-of-early-for-a-weekend-at-least tomorrow to go see Daybreakers, which will, most likely, suck. Oh well. I'm getting bad-ass vampire withdrawal symptoms, so hopefully it'll tide me over until everything goes batshit in Being Human. Which, looking at the trailer, will be very soon.
But I digress. The point is...well, there is no point. So I guess that is the point in the end? Ach, screw it. I've got work to do.