"Did you just say time is running out?"

As soon as I finish this post, I'm going to have to run and work on my writerinadrawer story for this week in an attempt to not have to write right up to the deadline. I have about sixteen hours - that's plenty of time. Totally. (Next week, I am so starting as soon as I've finished voting. :|)

...to be honest, I don't have a lot to say today, I just had to focus on something other than that damn fic for a while. And you know, it would be a lot easier to keep up with that 30 Days of Who meme - and keeping track of time in general - if my awake-time somewhat corresponded with the date. When I sleep in the middle of the day, everything gets confused.

A deer came by to visit this morning! It was wandering around in the driveway, about ten feet from the window, and when Ace jumped up to look out the window, it actually came closer to investigate. And then Ace managed to scare it away and spent a couple hours whining for it to come back.

And Michaelcat somehow taught himself to use the toilet. I... don't know how that happened, though I won't complain if he keeps doing it. I swear, I have never met a stranger cat in my life.

Day 06 - Whatever Tickles Your Fancy
A lot of you have probably already seen this, but in case anyone hasn't, this is just fucking cool. Also... uh... terrifying. NASA discover Doctor Who's crack in the middle of the Milky Way.

And I thought the suspiciously-shaped crack in my ceiling was creepy (...okay, it still is).

( The Master list )

It's too late now to even out the score; you drain the glass and raise your hand for more...

Finished my writerinadrawer. I kind of want to set it on fire. But voting opens in about three hours, so if you have nothing better to do and like/know Torchwood, you should go read and vote then! There's bound to be a better fic than mine there! (...god, I hope so, or this week will be very depressing. I'm kind of hoping people default so I can last until next week, and hopefully do better then.)

...I might be feeling slightly better about my fic specifically and life in general if today weren't so godawful on the pain front. This is not just my usual low-level everything-aches kind of pain. This is dull knives being shoved into random places on my body for no good reason kind of pain, and the painkillers DO NOTHING.

I'm going to have a drink and go to bed. That's really the only thing to do in these circumstances, and THIS, BY THE WAY, IS WHY I NEVER GET ANYTHING DONE. My fucking body is sabotaging me.

Mrrph. Goodnight, internet. Yes, at 3 PM. It can be night if I say it is.


Side note to self before bed, for later reference: When ordinarygirl starts making disapproving Donna faces at you, there is usually a good reason. Maybe we should listen?