bleah.

I ache. The first part of this job is shifting lots of paper around, which means I hurt now. I'm sure my wrists will inform me later about their irritation.

Alice in Wonderland was on last night. I've never actually seen it all the way through. Was trippy. And the Tea Party. Dude. The things I could do with that...

Ryss was joking around on Sunday, and so I've got a vague plotbunnyish Marya and Robin Subreality fic wandering about. Could be utterly frightening. May be highly amusing. We'll see. Also ran across the old Subreality Strip Club idea I'd started years and years ago. Ought to get around to finishing it, one of these days. (and, as a side note, the Sherlock Holmes bit. o.O)

Turned in my final project tonight. I think it sucks. He probably does, too. I expect a D in this class, if not worse (see, if I expect crap, I can be happily surprised when it's a C)

Going to try finishing up two programs. sigh.

And, yes, if anyone's wondering, I'm tired. This whole getting up at 6am thing is really wrong. I also have this tendency to not eat. My current dietary intake would make sustain an anorexic.

Plot weasels...

...Guh.

"Pass me that beer."

"Get it yourself."

"Don't make me shoot you."

"Like you'd actually hit me. *pff*"

*zappo*

"Ow."

"Damn. I got the beer, too."

"Ow."

"Shut up, you're supposed to be the stoic evil guy, remember?"

"Ooow."

"You're whining. Don't make me shoot you again."

"...bitch."

"Yes, and?"

"*mutter*"

"I may not have heard that, darling, but I can probably guess what you've said."

"What, you're a telepath now?"

"Stryfe, I've forgotten more insults than you've ever heard."

"Riiight."

*zappo*

"Ow. Again with the shooting. Domino, don't you worry you might be a little damaged? You turn to violence as the only solution."

"Says the man who tried to destroy the world."

"Only once. And it was all really Apocalyspe's fault."

"Uh-huh."

"Anyway, that's all in the past."

"So's my beer."

"Would you like another one?"

"Two. And step on it, sparky."

"Yes, mistress."

"...Nate, the things you'd never want to hear. Ever."

*clink*

"Cold?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

*glass breaks*

"Stryfe... there's a way to open them, you know."

"Oh. Oh well."

"You're abusing alcohol now. I may have to shoot you again."

"Oh, please. No. That would be overkill. Really."

"Wow. Sarcasm. Suddenly, I know you share Grey's DNA for certain."

"..."

"Drink up, Stryfe."

"Why?"

"The world's about to end?"

"Who's doing it this time?"

"Golganfrincham."

"...the what?"

"Never mind. Drink up."

-finis-