Track and field mice.
I'm alive.
I am a slow-moving object, though. I've been sick on-and-off for like two weeks, and I'm mostly just exhausted. Uncharacteristically exhausted. So, doctor's appointment tomorrow, hopefully they will just laugh at me kindly and tell me to eat more fruit or something.
Working on fic. Slowly. Steadily. Not going to win any races. But you know me, it's not the destination, it's the journey. Actually, no. It's the overuse of metaphor.
Miss you guys. :)
I am a slow-moving object, though. I've been sick on-and-off for like two weeks, and I'm mostly just exhausted. Uncharacteristically exhausted. So, doctor's appointment tomorrow, hopefully they will just laugh at me kindly and tell me to eat more fruit or something.
Working on fic. Slowly. Steadily. Not going to win any races. But you know me, it's not the destination, it's the journey. Actually, no. It's the overuse of metaphor.
Miss you guys. :)