*jiggles* I Can Has Epi Three Now? Please?
*stares at laptop*
Please to be hurrying up with your downloadiness, Mr Laptop.
A peacefulness follows any decision, even the wrong one.
~Rita Mae Brown
I has done the deed. I has resigned from my ridiculously well paid job. *weeps*
And? I have given my boss TWO resignation letters. *runs for cover* I gave him the boring one, and then I became possessed by an evil demon and said..."Oh fuck it. You're a big boy, aren't you? You want this one too? This one has shagging in it."
My boss, he read them both and cracked up laughing. He said: "Dragons, you have never shot a bullet anything but straight." I smiled and said: "Well, the truth is somewhere in the middle."
And you know what he is saying? He laughed and said: "It always is, Dragons."
Huh.
*cheshire cats you all*
I has a half written found_ fic and no time from now until deadline. So I is holding onto this baby and squeezing in the prompt for next week too. Delivery scheduled for Sunday.
Multichap Update: There is much weeping about the quality of Chapter Two. Dear God, it's awful. But I will make it better. Promise. I has 23 000 wordies in the can as of today. They all SUCK. But they is there. Things are PROGRESSING. Like a disease, you might say. Or mould. *curls in a ball, cries*
And OOOOOOOH! The electrician is coming on Monday! For the living room light. YES. The one that exploded THREE MONTHS AGO. Yay for my real estate agent. Glad the fog lifted there, dude. Thought we mighta lost ya there for a second...