School is . . . not going well. By extension, neither is the novel-writing.

( Cut for jsdjfslk-ness. )

 The school dining hall has wasabi mashed potatoes for dinner.

Wasabi Mashed Potatoes.

Wasabi. Mashed. Potatoes.

. . . I dearly hope that the only reason it's called wasabi mashed potatoes is that they have green food coloring.

ETA: I did not actually taste any wasabi in the mashed potatoes, but that was largely because:
1) There was hardly any wasabi ( Read more... )

Cut for ranting at real-life issues.

( Because I have two finals tomorrow, and yet now is the time headspace decides to kick into high gear for the Big Bang fic. )

 So. As stated above. I have two finals tomorrow, one after the other. One goes from 8-11 A.M., and the other goes from 11:30 A.M.-2:30 P.M. And then my last final is on Wednesday, and it's also an 8-11 A.M. final ( Read more... )

Okay. So today started out well; I woke up and was swept into Thanksgiving preparations. Everything was good and fine in the world, and I felt like I might get a puppy from sheer goodness ( Read more... )