good men though the ages, tryin' to find the sun
I am eating a moon pie, listening to my Herbie K's mix, and wishing like hell that I was eight years old and in Cocoa Beach right now. I have no idea why.
I have done nothing today. I thought I got stuff done, and then all of a sudden it was midnight and I really had nothing to show for the day. There's no way I'm getting the first chapter of my thesis done before the quarter's out. I'll be lucky if I have an outline, and you know what? That's fine by me. Also I apparently have some paper for Latin of some length on some topic due some time. It would be nice to have specifics, but I'm not going to get my hopes up.
And finally, the never-to-be-posted Haldir/me fic (codename: Egocentrism) has reached 10,000 words. Granted, I've only written the "good parts," so there's no coherent narrative structure to be had, but...10,000 words of blissful self-insertion badness. The only thing I've written that's longer than this is my (also unfinished) 2003 NaNo, which clocked in at about 14k. And which no longer exists, due to a miscommunication when my dad reformatted my laptop last fall. Anyway, I have to laugh at the fact that my longest extant piece of writing is Sueish dreck. XD