sexy hypnotist

The difficulty with having no set system of naming files for fics (because you can't write, say, "Torchwood Cardiff gets mocked by MI-13" as a feasible title, as it's too bulky and silly) is that sometimes, I forget what I've written in said file. And since I'm trying to type in everything I can (because typing in things means the paper can be tossed), I've been opening and closing the same files two or three times a day trying to find the correct one to add to (thirty open files makes Yikes sluggish, or I'd leave them all open)

So I finally cracked and stopped typing stuff in order to make a single file filled with filenames and descriptions. I tackled the crossovers folder first (and found duplicate files I could delete, hurrah). Next up was the Blake's 7 folder.

Wherein I found Blake's 7 songfic. Oh, glorious, glorious day. It's barely two hundred words, and it uses Portishead's Roads, and I probably started it ten years ago and have NO IDEA what was happening it it. But it is hideous and hilarious all at once, and makes me cackle a lot.

In other news I have now lost my train of thought. Bed is in my future.