no wonder my brain is like mush.
I grabbed all the stuff I wrote today. Ran it through WordPerfect's wordcount.
4,773 words.
...
NO WONDER MY BRAIN IS DEAD.
Apophis fuckin' Sokar, that's a lot of random ficlet porn.
I will... attempt to do more random porn, but I can't promise anything. Although if anyone wants to come here and give us protein, that would be nice.
*craves meat*
Head hurts...
4,773 words.
...
NO WONDER MY BRAIN IS DEAD.
Apophis fuckin' Sokar, that's a lot of random ficlet porn.
I will... attempt to do more random porn, but I can't promise anything. Although if anyone wants to come here and give us protein, that would be nice.
*craves meat*
Head hurts...

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Although my foot hurts a tad too much for a drive... :(
Perhaps a Sunday trip? That way you can join me in watching a certain DW box set... :)
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And right at the moment, I really don't feel social. I think my current plan is to spend Sunday curled up in bed ignoring the world (and Saturday, if I can swing it... tomorrow would be nice, too. sigh. )
Very tired, right now.
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This somehow crossed with all the zombie fic I've been reading and I keep picturing handing a metaphorical you a giant, steaming plate of BRAAAAAAIIINNNSSS!
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
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