I gets weary
Today is the third day of a wicked, wicked workweek -- nasty and brutish, but, sadly, not short. I worked late last night and will work late tonight. When I get home, I hope to tap out the laaaaaast 1000 words of VBTF and somehow sift through my undone laundry to find a work-appropriate outfit for tomorrow. (Thank God for blue jeans Friday, or I'd be screwed.)
For this I need fuel. Anyone who writes an Alias (or Ugly Betty, or Heroes or B&S or Lost or anything else I watch) drabble or ficlet in this space in the next day gets my undying gratitude. Also a drabble of their own, though delivery will probably not be until Monday.
Please?
For this I need fuel. Anyone who writes an Alias (or Ugly Betty, or Heroes or B&S or Lost or anything else I watch) drabble or ficlet in this space in the next day gets my undying gratitude. Also a drabble of their own, though delivery will probably not be until Monday.
Please?