Ngah.

How is it that all the animals think the best place to be AT ALL TIMES is right in front of my feet? Even when they are trying to move out of my way, they somehow do so while also trying to cling to my legs with their whole bodies. It's like being kicked is the highlight of their day.

...I swear I don't go around kicking my pets. I just trip over them a lot, and one of these days I am going to fall and DIE.

I really need to get started on my fic for who_like_giants. I've done a little bit of playing with cast lists (DAVID ANDERS IS AN ALIEN), but I should really do something other than that. Otherwise I'm going to realize a month from now that I have a week in which to write a story and all I've got is a very shiny cast list.

At the very least, I should come up with a backup plan. Maybe I'll torment Torchwood One some more. I haven't done that in ages.

Also working on plotting out the fic I plan to write for tardis_bigbang, which... okay, it is the same fic I tried to write last year. But this time, I actually know what I'm doing with it, and there is a point besides "Martha Jones is fucking awesome".

...that's still a major theme of the story. Other themes include "Martha and Jack are ADORABLE together" and "the Doctor makes a good damsel in distress". Admit it, you can't wait to read this story.

In other news, all my joints hurt. Especially my ankles. And I don't know what to do about this. I don't think it's cold-related, because I still hurt when I actually feel too warm, so... mrrh. Stop failing, body.