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May 04, 2011 23:26

 Entering week three of being sick. First a bacterial infection in my tonsils, which antibiotics wiped out. Then taking advantage of my wrecked immune system, a cold has moved in.

Blarglarglwarble.

I started a fic for the Noir challenge and it did NOT write itself to be noir. Instead, from a young age, Rose has been friends with Death, and he's charming, and wears Chucks, and teaches her cards on her bedroom floor. He accidentally kills her house plants, and gets invited in for Christmas, but only if nothing else living is inside. He can't touch the tree, and he wants to be with Rose for her entire life. They watch graveyards together.

It's kinda cute, but... um, what? Wtf, noir challenge? Where did this story come from? It's SO off the mark I think I have to post it independent of the challenge; it's based on the photos, but wooooaaaaah not noir.

Alright my loves, I'm going to go cuddle with my cats and kleenex and Law and Order: SVU. Here's hoping for some sweet, sickness induced dreams about Elliot Stabler (which has happened every time I've had a fever for the last three years. It's kinda win, even if being sick sucks.)
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