wow, it's already seven, huh?
I really want to write a story called "Negotiations and Love Songs." I don't know what it's about or who it's about or if it's original or fic or what, but I really want to write it. I'm going to ponder it tonight this morning as I try to sleep.
Steven has apparently blocked off 12-5 as hangout time for us, or so he claimed before rushing off to take another call about fourteen hours ago. I'd say that I need to be friends with people who are better with phones, but god knows I'm shit at returning phone calls, so I really shouldn't talk.
Anyway, I think that means I should try and sleep at one point, even though I really, really wanted to finish this ficlet tonight. Oh well. At least I know where it's going now. (Not this random idea for "Negotiations and Love Songs," but rather chocolate and Rodney being obtuse for alorarose)
This was the most pointless entry ever. Huh.
Steven has apparently blocked off 12-5 as hangout time for us, or so he claimed before rushing off to take another call about fourteen hours ago. I'd say that I need to be friends with people who are better with phones, but god knows I'm shit at returning phone calls, so I really shouldn't talk.
Anyway, I think that means I should try and sleep at one point, even though I really, really wanted to finish this ficlet tonight. Oh well. At least I know where it's going now. (Not this random idea for "Negotiations and Love Songs," but rather chocolate and Rodney being obtuse for alorarose)
This was the most pointless entry ever. Huh.