I'm adorable. Or crazy. Or both.

[flaming_muse]

I'm leaving for the airport in a few hours (Los Angeles, baby! Whirlwind thirty-six hours of fun time with Glee cast and bdbdb!), and I think it's so cute - if sad - that part of me seems to think that I'm going to be able to finish this fic I'm working on before I go. I'm fluttering around like a drunken moth, I have tons to do, I'm apparently bringing every Apple device I own (computer, phone, iPad, iPod) because I can't pick which one to leave, I'm working on a nice head of emotion about leaving the museling behind with mr. muse for the weekend, and yet I still think I'm going to finish this story.

Oh, honey, no. It's adorable how wrong I am.

*weeps, just a little*

*rushes off to find chargers*

Okay, now you can judge me.