i go off the deep end

Last night I got something like 1700 words written. For me, in the context of my normal daily word count, this is *insanely* productive, so I am currently awash in triumph. I think the 7pm run to Plaid Pantry for Coke supplies turned out to be a wonderful idea.

And this was even with the long pauses for pondering over troublsome words like "sinewy" and "prick". Which, um, don't appear together. Because that would be weird. Um.

Dear Erica,

You really shouldn't post before you go to work, because you are kind of crazy. Not, like, bad serial killer crazy, but more like "I have not had enough sleep! It's not even six in the morning yet! LA LA LA!" crazy.

I think it's kind of cute, but most of people are not me. Except Fox. Who is not me either, but probably thinks this is cute.

DEAR GOD STOP THIS LETTER NOW.

Love,
your brain

polls are good for procrastinating

A quick question in #discourse this evening seemed to find us all divided or uncertain, so I put up a due South question to found out the hearts and opinions of you all.

[Poll #323876]

insta-rec

I adore Dira's latest flashfic times a million gazillion.

Wee, tiny little Fraser. My heart, it is dead from my love.

gip!

Dude, isn't daughtershade cool?

*loves on new icon*

Oh, and also, in the interests of posterity:

* pearl-o is going to post about how ces is SHUNNING her
Cesca: How about posting that Ces is *beating* you??
* Cesca beats Pearl with a trout
* pearl-o can post BOTH

*sniffs sadly in cesperanza's direction*