memories of things that never happen...

Am home. Am happy about this. Am not as frustrated as I was earlier.

The new temp, the one who is probably a really nice person? Is fucking incompetent. I want her to go away. I was banging my head on the desk a lot during my last hour while I fixed at least ten records she'd fucked up.

*growls*

In other news, I have angsty briefing table porn that was barely started when L got in, and... I have some vague objection to writing angsty porn with my boss looking over my shoulder. Happy porn, not so much a problem.

Shall also finish the SG-1 mission fic I wrote last night. Need to poke at it.

Hrm.

For I hath written fic...

And it's season 8 fic. And it's actually vaguely gotta point. Yay, me.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2057670/1/

For the most part, it's all about Sam.

*pimps 'cause she's tired*