Things-to-Do
In the name of fic:
1. ghost!Gaila
2. AU/past-life in war-torn, dusty, violent Africa.
3. the one with Spock and Mother's Day (and isn't that sad when the deadline was over a month ago)
4. Chris/Chris (which, okay, I still cannot [even after your searching for which I am entirely and wonderfully grateful, Thalia] believe does not exist! Can no one see the possibilities of Chris!lookalike and accent!soundalike at all?! It's all ready for angsty Urbine!)
5. Figure out plotline/idea for Pandorum mixed with Doom cracktastic nonsense in which (oh, hey, backstory: Reaper!Bones gives serum to Jim so they live forever and ever together in cuddly glory) in the super distant future, Bones and Jim sign up for deep-space exploration involving hyper-sleep and holy shit, Pandorum takes effect and well, crazy, scary beasties and they save the day....or save a few and repopulate small planet with survivors and live happily in peace without crazy bullshit? Maybe? What? Yes, exhaustion makes me cracky. That and silly scifi movies that really make me jump and shriek like a little girl.
In the name of stupid life:
1. Call the Peacock and get to the doctor's office. (Fuck you kidneys or whatever the fuck you are, twinging ache. I didn't do jack at the meet-up to warrant that.)
2. a. Thrift-hunt for decent zombie-attire.
b. Find miraculous hangover cure, because 9 AM Saturday grocery shoppers will not like a zombie cashier to greet them.
3. Escape into mountains. Hike to heart's content. Find the ghost of Chris McCandless and push him off a cliff. Repeat, if ghost had flying abilities.
4. Convince silly dad to take break and not work right after getting out of hospital.
5. MAKE WAY TO LA FOR SEXY IRISH!PINE? I THINK SO.
6. Complete final stages of planning for HP theme park adventure. HOGWARTS OR BUST, BB.
In the name of sanity:
Continue dream-spree of Lit. Prof. Bask in the heart-pounding, sweaty glory.
1. ghost!Gaila
2. AU/past-life in war-torn, dusty, violent Africa.
3. the one with Spock and Mother's Day (and isn't that sad when the deadline was over a month ago)
4. Chris/Chris (which, okay, I still cannot [even after your searching for which I am entirely and wonderfully grateful, Thalia] believe does not exist! Can no one see the possibilities of Chris!lookalike and accent!soundalike at all?! It's all ready for angsty Urbine!)
5. Figure out plotline/idea for Pandorum mixed with Doom cracktastic nonsense in which (oh, hey, backstory: Reaper!Bones gives serum to Jim so they live forever and ever together in cuddly glory) in the super distant future, Bones and Jim sign up for deep-space exploration involving hyper-sleep and holy shit, Pandorum takes effect and well, crazy, scary beasties and they save the day....or save a few and repopulate small planet with survivors and live happily in peace without crazy bullshit? Maybe? What? Yes, exhaustion makes me cracky. That and silly scifi movies that really make me jump and shriek like a little girl.
In the name of stupid life:
1. Call the Peacock and get to the doctor's office. (Fuck you kidneys or whatever the fuck you are, twinging ache. I didn't do jack at the meet-up to warrant that.)
2. a. Thrift-hunt for decent zombie-attire.
b. Find miraculous hangover cure, because 9 AM Saturday grocery shoppers will not like a zombie cashier to greet them.
3. Escape into mountains. Hike to heart's content. Find the ghost of Chris McCandless and push him off a cliff. Repeat, if ghost had flying abilities.
4. Convince silly dad to take break and not work right after getting out of hospital.
5. MAKE WAY TO LA FOR SEXY IRISH!PINE? I THINK SO.
6. Complete final stages of planning for HP theme park adventure. HOGWARTS OR BUST, BB.
In the name of sanity:
Continue dream-spree of Lit. Prof. Bask in the heart-pounding, sweaty glory.