Well this week I've apparently lost my mind and any concept of time management.
Don't believe me? Let me outline the madness that has occured
Remember that plan to write my Xander/Spike? It's been scrapped....it's been scrapped, demolished and overrun by a Godric/Barry plot bunny.
So far I've written 856 words on that G/B fic and I don't even know. There is unhealthy co-dependence and obsession and mind bonding. I've whumped the hell out of poor Barry and the fic is just starting. I'm not even ashamed, my shame tree has died and been cremated long ago.
Still working on my Sterek, fear not!
But this is not where the madness comes in and in hindsight it wasn't even my fault!
This conversation started it all:
Trevor: Do you realize that our whole class had mono?
Me: Budding nymphomaniacs, I didn't expect better
Trevor: Hey, didn't you have it too?
Me: Pfft you can't prove shit!
Trevor: Oh really, I have the homevideos!
Me: Well I have yours so bring it on pretty boy!
Clearly them was fighting words, so now I'm shirking everything to go through 4 years worth of homevideos. Priorities? What are those?
Also I've become a whiner, no really I've made it into an olympic sport over on
wrisomifu Be grateful f-list, if that comm wasn't there I'd probably be spamming you all but since you're such good people and have listened to me whinge I give you half naked Allan Hyde in triplicate!
O_o The happy trail....just yes \o/