"You're gonna need someone to fix my computer.""What's wrong?""It's in several pieces on my floor."

I've been trying to write this damn fic all day. It's coming very slowly, I don't like most of what I'm writing, and I'm just getting pissy in general.

And now? It's making my head hurt because I had to stop for half an hour to figure out the timeline.

( Cut for Doctor Who/Torchwood timeline rambling no one but me really cares about... )

Anyway. Back to my attempts at writing. And watching a lot of The West Wing, which is one of the only things that's keeping me from spazzing at my inability to write well and throwing my laptop on the floor. Well, that and the coffee with Cask & Cream in that I had a little while ago. That helped too.