Spent my morning puttering, drinking coffee and playing with Apocafic. Yay! I've got a really cool element to work in there. This will make the story quite different than I originally intended - a teamy fic with a S/D bent. Instead it's going to be fairly Daniel-centric. Probably not porny, either, but that's okay. Because Daniel simply will NOT shut up. Which is actually fine with me - I don't mind him taking up residence in my head. What's odd is it's like *he's* telling the story to me (and he's making this shit up as he goes along). I haven't really experienced that before and it's kind of... strange.
Fuck, maybe I really *am* losing my mind :) Not sure I mind all that much if Daniel's going with me.
Or perhaps it's because I've just been so busy and frustrated with work that I haven't had the head space to create stories in my usual way. Daniel is my writer's voice fighting to get out. Okay, that might be even more disturbing than losing my mind. Huh.
Then I spent the afternoon and evening coding 3 electronic invoices. ~ 6 hours. Yup, they really are that complicated. Only about 25 more to do in the next week or so :/ I'm going to try the same strategy tomorrow.
Oh! A friend also posted a prezzie in a comment to my last post. You can find it
here I want to print that out and post it next to my desk!
All right, I'm so sleepy I feel goofy. I'm probably leaving out something important, but I can hardly see straight.
Crap! It sounds like someone fired a gun behind my house. Do not want that either. There was a loud pop a few minutes ago, but I thought someone's tire might have exploded. Huh. Well, no bullets have gone through my windows, so... I'll assume it's something else.