Of things that have no purpose
So, I did something very, very bad to my back (neck?) and it's been sore and stiff and painful since last Friday. It's not that bad anymore - thankfully - but it gave me a good - too good - excuse to halt all writing (...) and watch Merlin and start reading Star Wars fanfiction, Anaking Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi especially. And all this time, the only thing I've been supposed to do, is write my big bang story.
Well, Merlin is watched from episode one to the episo thirteen of the second season and all the published chapters of From the Ashes are behind, so...
I should get to back writing.
Right...
You know, only reason I'm writing this is that I wouldn't need to write. Which contradicts itself, but I'm sure we all (and that is a rather loose term in this concept, since 'we all' isn't probably that much people) know what that means.
And now I have go to eat.