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gggPFSSSSSSSSSSST -- the sound of a drowning man
WORK. Think of the largest, toothiest, most evil monster that you can, then add warts and pimples and exploding sacs of pus and then multiply it by a factor of fifteen, and maybe you might approximate the hell that is WORK. 'nuff said.
LEGS. They ache, from not being able to run (weather) and walking too much (work) and sitting down too much (work) and walking the same damned area (work). LEGS.
TIRED. The feeling that one gets when one wants to write fic (so much fic) and yet cannot keep one's eyes open long enough to do so. TIRED.
TASTY. Hazelnut coffee. TASTY.
BEAUTIFUL. The Tseng sketch that appeared in my room. Insanely BEAUTIFUL.
BED. The place I long to be. BED.
FULL OF NOTHING.
-- the bizarre meme for Valentine's that's going around, is. I'll do yours if you do mine, wink wink nudge nudge. February is the SEASON FOR LOVE, because the holiday makes me want to alternately laugh and beat things up. The cards that are going on sale are *__________* FULL OF NOTHING.
BRAINS. Something that I do not have. BRAINS.
POST OFFICES. Something that I wish we had more of. POST OFFICES.
MONEY. Something I wish I had an unlimited supply of. MONEY.
DEATH. What beckons. DEATH.
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OUTRAGEOUS. The sudden urge to rewind 24802984 years of my life, since the unbearable urge to write Tezuka/Fuji PRINCE OF TENNIS fic has suddenly exploded in my mind. OUTRAGEOUS.
DAUNTING. The prospect of finishing my last-ish![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rahmbamarama fic. It feels bigger than my head is right now. DAUNTING.
DIARRHOEA. What I have, verbally, at this point in my Sliding Scale of Squinty Fail. DIARRHOEA.
LEGS. They ache, from not being able to run (weather) and walking too much (work) and sitting down too much (work) and walking the same damned area (work). LEGS.
TIRED. The feeling that one gets when one wants to write fic (so much fic) and yet cannot keep one's eyes open long enough to do so. TIRED.
TASTY. Hazelnut coffee. TASTY.
BEAUTIFUL. The Tseng sketch that appeared in my room. Insanely BEAUTIFUL.
BED. The place I long to be. BED.
FULL OF NOTHING.
-- the bizarre meme for Valentine's that's going around, is. I'll do yours if you do mine, wink wink nudge nudge. February is the SEASON FOR LOVE, because the holiday makes me want to alternately laugh and beat things up. The cards that are going on sale are *__________* FULL OF NOTHING.BRAINS. Something that I do not have. BRAINS.
POST OFFICES. Something that I wish we had more of. POST OFFICES.
MONEY. Something I wish I had an unlimited supply of. MONEY.
DEATH. What beckons. DEATH.
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OUTRAGEOUS. The sudden urge to rewind 24802984 years of my life, since the unbearable urge to write Tezuka/Fuji PRINCE OF TENNIS fic has suddenly exploded in my mind. OUTRAGEOUS.
DAUNTING. The prospect of finishing my last-ish
rahmbamarama fic. It feels bigger than my head is right now. DAUNTING.DIARRHOEA. What I have, verbally, at this point in my Sliding Scale of Squinty Fail. DIARRHOEA.