[oh and also fall out boy]

[mazily]

In which I have determined (by default) which row to attempt for trope bingo, and thus am figuring out what to write and stuff. (In which I am planning a Lewis response for sex pollen--or, you know, designer drugs or whatever, non-magic style--that is somewhat Lewis/Hobson, Lewis/Hathaway, Hathaway&Hobson.) (In which there is a partially-written Bruins band AU in which the defensive corps are the aforementioned band and Andy has a musical past with his boyfriend Iggy.) (In which I'm not sure what to do with the remaining three squares, but I'm pretty sure Coulson/Fury presumed dead would be too obvious. Maybe.) (In which I am sad that this particular row does not include an excuse to write Danny Brière is actually an elf fic. Because Danny Brière is actually an elf. )

I am actually sleepy. At least I'm no longer feeling sick (knock on all of the wood in the world).

My to-do list for the next couple of weeks (non-work edition) includes: cleaning my room, cleaning out my closet, getting rid of clutter, putting together my bike, actually buying groceries for once, writing anything ever again, watching hockey, reading Les Mis the Toby Daye books, buying a new bed, learning how to sleep at night.

Sometimes my feet want to wander, but there's something of the Boston skyline inside of me.

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