::sniffles::

I just read this story and cried like a little girl. Stupid emotional instability. Stupid Joss Whedon. Stupid WB. I miss my shows, dammit, and I miss the characters, even the ones I didn't like. Wah.

So, anyway, I've done nothing today. ::eyes the calendar:: I've got 16 days to write a H/D story that is going to be far more complicated than I want it to be for the mp3 ficathon and I feel the need to write pages and pages on what makes a good writer and does not being able to be betaed make me a bad one and at how many words does a one part story cease to be a short story, anyway.

And dammit I wanna write BtVS/Angel ficlets.

Thankfully for you all I am resisting the urge.

::collapses in a fit on ennui::