InsaneJournal

Now bringing you twelve versions of Durch den Monsun
I'm trying to decide if I should post another part of "We Go Together" tonight and leaning ever so slightly toward "no." Gah, I'm tired; I can't really think. If I do post it, it would probably be from forty five minutes to an hour from now. BAH, I SAY.

Sending good post-surgery recovery wishes toward Nep. And nothing strenuous at all. Well, maybe a little bit of softcore nursey porn.

My f-list brought me a wonderful story that I happily read on my phone while I ate sushi tonight, and when I came home, after I unloaded groceries I checked the f-list to go comment and the story is GONE. I think I know why, too.

Thankfully I still have it on my phone, so I can comment and compliment and friend the author and beg her for more.

Now I'm headed off for the espresso truffle that I have so richly earned. DOWN ALMOST 30 POUNDS, PEOPLE. That almost makes up for fucking up a research write-up at work and embarrassing myself hugely before my boss's boss, and her boss to boot.

Almost. Not quite.

If only I could decide what POV to use for chapter thirteen.