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sleepy.
Sadly, this will never make it into fic: "My name is John Crichton, and I'm apparently the universe's troubleshooter and all-around helper." John muttered sarcastically as he stalked down the street. "Looking for love? Call John! Looking for ghosts? Call John! Looking for Earth? Well, that might cost ya extra!"
I love me some snarky bastards.
There is snow outside. And it's cold. I don't like cold. (note to self: your hat is on the bloody tower. Try to remember it tomorrow).
New BSG on Sunday.
Sigh. I have, like, two fics I wanted to have finished before it premiered, but I doubt that will happen. I'm like a god-damned bloody magpie. Flitting from fic to fic and never finishing anything. Of course, the good news is I entertain myself at work with massive plots.
I love me some snarky bastards.
There is snow outside. And it's cold. I don't like cold. (note to self: your hat is on the bloody tower. Try to remember it tomorrow).
New BSG on Sunday.
Sigh. I have, like, two fics I wanted to have finished before it premiered, but I doubt that will happen. I'm like a god-damned bloody magpie. Flitting from fic to fic and never finishing anything. Of course, the good news is I entertain myself at work with massive plots.