snowicane or something
So, jury duty was canceled yesterday, which was great, because I was up pretty late on Thursday (I blame Ianto Becca Barrowman.) and it gave me a whole day to do nothing on Friday. I made waffles, took a nap, wrote a cardigan_verse story, and spent like... jesus christ, like, six hours straight plotting a story with solsticezero. (I just checked the chat log--it was actually five and a half hours. The last two hours were spent with me being crazy at her. Now this story will never be written because she will be too busy CHANGING HER ADDRESS to escape me.)
Productive day! I started @IJH8sCardigans's complete breakdown about a week early. The timing just seemed right, what with Jack essentially dumping him until he gets his shit together and Owen telling him to get the hell out if he hates everything so much. WAY TO FAIL AT EVERYTHING, IANTO.
(I'm sorry that all I talk about in this journal is cardigan_verse. It's like a new fandom-within-a-fandom. That only three other people care about. One of which is the co-author.)
Um, anyway, that happened.
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The snow here wasn't actually that bad. It was a little crazy and the roads were hellish on Thursday night/Friday morning, but around 1:30pm the snow stopped and the sun came out. Also, the temperature rose to 35 degrees and the snow started to melt. Today it's raining. I would say we got... a little over a foot? Maybe around 1'4"? I'm not positive, because the snowicane winds were blowing shit around into drifts, but that would be my estimate, based on staring out at my backyard when I wasn't writing cardigan stories or badgering solsticezero.
I dunno, man, I haven't had that much to say! Work is boring. I'll probably write about my trip at some point and do the ANATOMY OF A CUPCAKEWAFFLE post, but I've been too tired/lazy to give those the proper attention they deserve.
For now, I'm going to transcribe some twitters from last night, finish mcwonthelottery's birthday fic, and take a shower.
Productive day! I started @IJH8sCardigans's complete breakdown about a week early. The timing just seemed right, what with Jack essentially dumping him until he gets his shit together and Owen telling him to get the hell out if he hates everything so much. WAY TO FAIL AT EVERYTHING, IANTO.
(I'm sorry that all I talk about in this journal is cardigan_verse. It's like a new fandom-within-a-fandom. That only three other people care about. One of which is the co-author.)
Um, anyway, that happened.
***
The snow here wasn't actually that bad. It was a little crazy and the roads were hellish on Thursday night/Friday morning, but around 1:30pm the snow stopped and the sun came out. Also, the temperature rose to 35 degrees and the snow started to melt. Today it's raining. I would say we got... a little over a foot? Maybe around 1'4"? I'm not positive, because the snowicane winds were blowing shit around into drifts, but that would be my estimate, based on staring out at my backyard when I wasn't writing cardigan stories or badgering solsticezero.
I dunno, man, I haven't had that much to say! Work is boring. I'll probably write about my trip at some point and do the ANATOMY OF A CUPCAKEWAFFLE post, but I've been too tired/lazy to give those the proper attention they deserve.
For now, I'm going to transcribe some twitters from last night, finish mcwonthelottery's birthday fic, and take a shower.