I am so over this being places that aren't home thing I could, I dunno, sulk more than usual or something. Which is to say I'm home and packing again and I find this deeply unfair. I've missed my bed. I can't say for certain, but I feel alright guessing that my bed missed me.

And, in case you missed it before, I hate packing.

So naturally I'm downloading pictures and going through icons and uploading them and stuffs. It's lots of fun. Really.

By the way, for those of you that are fans of pretty boys that are still in need of a reason to watch Firefly and Serenity, take a gander here. (Anyone who wants to make it a law that Sean Maher (the first one) should be like Rusty and always have his hands on or near his mouth would totally be my new hero. And he's not even the one I adore. Hell, he's not in the top three.)

In the misc. file:
Writing River is hard. I don't know where to start so it's all stuffed up in my head. It's been there for a week and a half. I haven't missed dial-up. If I don't get some time to myself this weekend I might throw a hissy fit. I've got a Danny/Rusty fic due on Halloween, which is a little close for my comfort. I'm taking my GED test a week from tomorrow (or today, whichever). I'm pretty sure I'm going to fail it a lot. Firefly/Serenity has eaten my brain. I hate baseball. I want to not be tempted to write Dean/Sam slashiness, please, Supernatural, knock off the cuts timed perfectly for comfort sex. I need to be making a 'son of a whore' icon. Or a 'son of a two-bit non-union whore'. I can't really chose between the two of those. I want Wash icons. I need to finish packing and attempt to sleep sometime tonight without stressing about my extreme badness at math. Lordy, I am doomed.

I need to see about finding me a Firefly mood theme.