Aug 29, 2010 21:19
Apparently, I have a fever. A really lame, inconvenient fever. First, I have a fic for a challenge that is already overdue (thank you computer gods for hating me so much. My fic was lost, and now I'm rewriting it- plus, this isn't the first time it's happened), but all I can seem to get out is morose, mediocre garbage. Which doesn't work with a fic that was supposed to be a light, fluffy comedy with very small, slight angst. Well, now I figure out why nothing comes out like it should, and why it takes me so much longer to get out so much less.
Second, as I am working my way through college, I recently found a job at a day care. The pay isn't the best, and because I'm new, my hours aren't as many as I would like them to be, but I like it. And, now, I happen to have a fever that is reducing me to chills and trying very hard not to fall asleep. According to their policy, if you have a fever, you are contagious; A.K.A.: don't show up!
I am currently trying to finish this fic, stop shivering every freakin' second, not snap at everyone who crosses my path, and stop imagining a non-existent boyfriend with whom I can cuddle. Especially those who resemble past boyfriends or current friends. Especially current friends. If I must imagine, I think it should be with funny!Draco, tenth Doctor, or Shawn from the wonderful Psych. Hopefully laughter and forgetfulness would ensue.
Sorry for the whinging.