What's it doing in Atlantic City? Recirculating.

Why is it necessary for all mailing list fic searches to be run-on sentences? Using punctuation won't kill you, I promise. It might even encourage me to dig up the link for that story you whinged about for 30 continuous illegible lines. Just a tip.

I'm feeling unmotivated and I don't know why. I think I have the lethargy generated by the five million ill people on my friendslist. Can I just hand out coughdrops to everyone and give a general "that sucks, y'all?"

I really want to read TLB, but I don't have the energy to get started, and I know I'm gonna get sucked in and suddenly it'll be next Wednesday. =)

Short post because I feel like I've been beaten with reeds and the veins in my temples are throbbing. Actually, that's been happening all day; I think I should be concerned.

Gonna go watch a movie or make a cd or something.

Oh, Saturday discount paycheck-pick: no fiction this week. =) I got By the Sword, a cool looking sports/history book on swordfighting written by a five time sabre champ, and this gorgeous coloring book of flowers, like a blank art book or something. I <3 it muchly.

Whoever wrote this episode should die.

See, a little cd-mixing, and I feel much less cranky and crappy. Though still whupped. ;)

Anywho, tonight's product of laziness:

( Unloved )

"Weak" ganked from thepsychicclam, "Call Me Names" ganked from goseaward's project, "The Headmaster Ritual" ganked from amanuensis1. Hmm, wonder where I pull my musical selections from? ;)

ETA: CD screws up on track 14 and all subsequent tracks. Examined files, remade CD, same result.

<---- Is confused.

Ah fuck it, gonna watch So Graham Norton and fix it tomorrow. *pouts*