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*runs around like a chicken with its head cut off*
The sky is falling, the sky is falling!
....well, it's not that bad. Almost. I'm just... jittery. Always like this before a con.
Always leave everything to the last minute, too. Sigh.
Took shower. Tried to get something fic-ish to write itself (since the shower is useful like that). Was hoping on porn, or maybe the beach fic.
Or even, Apophis forbid, the Edges sequel.
But, no. No, instead, I have Colonel Doggett explaining his sordid past, and why he 'looked through' Teyla.
Bastard.
In other news, I need to paint my toenails.
The sky is falling, the sky is falling!
....well, it's not that bad. Almost. I'm just... jittery. Always like this before a con.
Always leave everything to the last minute, too. Sigh.
Took shower. Tried to get something fic-ish to write itself (since the shower is useful like that). Was hoping on porn, or maybe the beach fic.
Or even, Apophis forbid, the Edges sequel.
But, no. No, instead, I have Colonel Doggett explaining his sordid past, and why he 'looked through' Teyla.
Bastard.
In other news, I need to paint my toenails.
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You think that's bad? I just spent an hour writing John Sheppard cutting Weir's hair. HAIR. And sounding like really addled versions of Jack and Sam if they were in a college frat house or something. Until I was like "dude, muse, wtf?" and she was like "I just wanted to see if you'd do it." Arg.
*sniff* Colonel Doggett...
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*looks at toes*
Dude. So do I.