good newses
I need it too; I am psycho depressed. I have good news; I'd like to hear some, too. According to Twitter, Greg Grunberg is grumpy about returning to work; Brea Grant is sick. According to the blind-item reveal at Crazy Days & Nights, Hayden drinks like a typical 19-year-old. Milo, please perform an intervention; by the time you were her age, you had figured all that shit out. You can't fix her. Step away from the binge-drinking teenager; she'll only drag you down with her. (In other news, I am totally down with Hayden being a fucking drunk. Come over to my house, li'l darlin': we'll make a night of it!)
I am currently working on Ritual (52). It is filthy and depraved, but also schmoopy and sweet. I hope to finish it tonight (I had better; if I don't do it tonight it has to wait till next week). I love it. LOVE IT. I want to hug it and braid its hair.
Also, I was on the radio. (Sssssh! Don't tell Kring it's me.) Anyway it's a good explanation as to why my fannish activities have been severely curtailed. I crack myself up - I was cursing and screaming and hating life trying to write the pro-fic chapter for the last several days, and then, as soon as I was done, I immediately started writing a Ritual story and it was blissful and easy. WTF.
Also, where the fuck is my 2009 Heroes calendar???!
Also I am in ridiculous pain from cramps and a busted ankle. I shall indeed be invoking Mister Isaac today. (Just not with heroin. That stuff is gross. Nope, nice prescription hydrocodone, like a good normal citizen.) Codeine coming on line in four... three... two...
Hold me, Adrian.
Have yourself a lovely day.
I am currently working on Ritual (52). It is filthy and depraved, but also schmoopy and sweet. I hope to finish it tonight (I had better; if I don't do it tonight it has to wait till next week). I love it. LOVE IT. I want to hug it and braid its hair.
Also, I was on the radio. (Sssssh! Don't tell Kring it's me.) Anyway it's a good explanation as to why my fannish activities have been severely curtailed. I crack myself up - I was cursing and screaming and hating life trying to write the pro-fic chapter for the last several days, and then, as soon as I was done, I immediately started writing a Ritual story and it was blissful and easy. WTF.
Also, where the fuck is my 2009 Heroes calendar???!
Also I am in ridiculous pain from cramps and a busted ankle. I shall indeed be invoking Mister Isaac today. (Just not with heroin. That stuff is gross. Nope, nice prescription hydrocodone, like a good normal citizen.) Codeine coming on line in four... three... two...
Hold me, Adrian.
Have yourself a lovely day.