I am doomed.

I am very, very doomed. I even make a song to that effect. It goes like this:

Doomed-Doomed-Doomed-DoomedDoomedDoomedDoomedDoomed

Sadly there are no dance steps to go with it. Though in my head Bugs Bunny is popping up cause apparently I really was brainwashed by too much television as a child. You have to be in my head to get the connection I think.

Anyway, so, yeah. DOOMED.

It's like, a thing. The stressing I wasn't doing last night came up to bite me in the ass about ten minutes ago. Now I'm all with the "oh-holy-fuck-what-is-wrong-with-me-I'll-never-make-it-work-oh-no-oh-god-oh-fuck." Again, it's a thing in my head. ::shrugs::

So, in an effort to, you know, pretend I don't suck.

The first part of the first attempt at the O11 ficathon piece, which will never ever be used as anything else so now it's here as something just a little over a drabble.

( 136 words of Danny and Rusty behind the cut )


Really, I'm sort of fond of that part, but the rest of it is better in the new version. I swear it is.