I lost my shoe. :(

Oh God. Evie and I need to never watch Supernatural at night. Except that we, you know, always do.

And then I end up not able to go into the bathroom or bedroom until Evie makes sure that there are no monsters in there. ...And we may have salted the windowsill and doorway before going to bed. Just a bit. It's the creepy kids that get me. Every time.

And now I'm going to try to write something for writerinadrawer before actually sleeping (or before Evie drags me to bed - I'm told I have 45 minutes). Which I'm sucking at a bit. *Flails* This is, among other things, is why I want a big red countdown clock. Someone get me a big red countdown clock for my birthday. Which is not until October, granted. I'm just saying.

EDIT: Okay, I had to share this conversation, for it is awesome.

( Cut for... a lot of Supernatural geekery. And naked lesbians. )

EDIT II: Okay... well... I just wrote something that doesn't fit the prompt at all? How's that?

...No good? Yeah, I thought so. *Stares mournfully at it* And now there are two places I could go with this story and I want to do both at once and DAMN IT. *Facepalms* I didn't my brain to run off and write things totally unrelated to the prompt. Really. What the hell?

I like what I have and love what I lose...

Rrrrrh.

I need to wake Evie up now, or her sleep schedule will be all fucked up. Which... it may already be. But she's not feeling well, so.

I also need to write my writerinadrawer fic, as once again, it is Thursday night and I'm failing at ideas, and what I wrote last night... has nothing to do with the prompt.

And the apocalypse has begun in Cicero, so that should be fun. You know. In that... special, special Rift definition of the word "fun". As if it wasn't bad enough throwing Jack and a Time Lord who is not the Doctor or Donna together in the same place.

At least Shepard and Martha aren't in the same building. It could be worse.

Right. Waking Evie. Writing my fic. Waiting for the world to fall down because of crazy angels. I am doing those things, in (theoretically) that order. Right now.