third_monday fic is finally complete after total fail-getting on my part; not only is it late, it also had the misfortune to have been written in a state of *________* tired, where my words not only did their usual swapping-out-with-homonyms thing, but in fact got up and danced around and mocked my schedule for the next five days (NO DAY IS LESS THAN TWELVE HOURS LONG, WHY, WHY,
WHY).
charlie_d_blue, without you
I'm nothing I'd have died. Those emails? Saved my life.
Then I went to this meme place thing and generated myself a haiku, and this is what I got:
And then I thought of all the awesome people around me, and the world, it righted itself. Or at least propped itself back a few degrees. ♥
*goes off to chill for 8 hours of sleep*
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i'm sorry i think
i'm going that way i mean
if you're not reading
and willful unused
to bruce being able to
write this i'm pretty
there i was a cop
standing out on the north end
of town on toadsuck
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to bruce being able to
write this i'm pretty
AHAH OUT OF DICK'S MOUTH.
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