allfireburns | Maybe I can do it if I put my back into it...

Rrrrh. Gmail randomly started denying my existence and not letting me log into anything. I fixed it, but in the process I had to clear out my cache and cookies and everything. All of which is not a problem, except that it wiped the journals on my LJ plugin. And now I'm almost certain that even after readding journals, I'm missing some. Bah.

I'm probably just out of sorts because my brain still isn't working right. These past few nights it's gotten to where I should be going to sleep and my general reaction is "...can't brain for sleep." Sleep is not something you should really have to brain for. It's exhausting.

Evie and I are leaving Iowa City on Friday, I think, assuming magi and L don't break our legs or something before then so we can't leave. Right now, Evie and magi and L are out getting soda, so that we can have alcohol and Zardoz. ...Yeah, our friendship is special.

I'm gonna go try to write now. Or just stare at notebooks and pretend I'm doing something productive. One of those.

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I'm gonna go try to write now. Or just stare at notebooks and pretend I'm doing something productive.

I've been doing exactly that for three days.

Well, I wrote the least sexy Jack/Ianto post-sex fic ever written, which is crap, but I think it's kind of funny. It was better than writing the big, fat nothing I've been working on.

I have the opposite sleep problem, though. I get bored and suddenly I'm like "Oh, huh, nothing to do. I think I'm sleepy". Followed by passing out. It's actually rather irritating.

Rrrh. I've been staring at the same fic for, like, a week. I think I've written three sentences since we got here, maybe less. I'm tempted to just set it aside and try to work on something else, but I just don't know what else I have to work on.

And I've done that before, with the constant falling asleep... and it is really irritating, but I'd prefer it to not being able to brain for sleep at all. Because the way things are going now, everything in my head is all foggy and just not working right no matter what I do.

I have like five Really Great Ideas. See how they're proper noun Great Ideas? They're that awesome. I have one of them half done but I kind of dropped the ball on it. I have one I really want to write, but pre-series Jack fic confuses me. Like con man!Jack fic before he's taken of the name of Jack. I don't know how to write it. But I know the world needs con man!Jack/Ethan Rayne fic. It does. I can tell. It even has a plot, which is crazy for me because... plots. It's frustrating.

Foggy brain is no good. Just remember to keep your headlights on low, because the bright lights reflect against the fog and make it harder to see. Though I suppose that's better advice for actual fog, versus brain fog. The principle probably applies somewhere.

I have some Really Great Ideas lying around in places, but... nothing I want to write when I'm feeling like this. There have to be simple oneshots of, like, five hundred words or so that I can write just to get out of this funk, but my brain won't work. And oh. I think that conman!Jack/Ethan Rayne does need to exist. Hee.

...If my brain were less foggy, I'm sure I could make sense of that in a way that it actually... applies... because it sounds like good advice. Somehow. ♥

*snuggleloves* ♥ Good luck with the writing! *sends good vibes and... Stuff*

And... Um. GOOD LUCK ON MAGI AND L NOT POISONING/CONCUSSING/ATTACKING YOU WITH BLOODSTICK SO THAT YOU MAY CONTINUE ON YOUR JOURNEY.

....I don't know what was in caps. Or why it was even necessary, except that, uh... I don't know. Kittens.

Thank you. *Snuggles* I still don't even know what the bloodstick IS. ...I'm fairly certain I don't want to.

Horrifying. That is probably what the bloodstick is.

After some searching, I have come up with these (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/64/Bloodstick2.jpg). They are used for bloodletting. WHAT.

Maybe magi and L intend to bleed you and they're distracting you with booze and terrible movies so that when you least expect it BLOODSTICK.

.... I don't know how bleeding the two of you will help anything.

I don't know either. Maybe they want our blood for nefarious purposes. ...I am not sure what those purposes would be.

(Although speaking of terrible movies... WHAT. So much WHAT. The Scoobies need to watch this movie on one of their movie nights. They just NEED to. ...That is all.)

Maybe they want to make clones of you, so they can keep you forever.

(XD THAT WOULD REQUIRE ME TO WATCH IT.... Lord knows I bet Andrew has seen it. Maybe this is why he hates Sean Connery as Bond. He's still scarred from Zardoz.)

MAYBE. ...I'm not sure whether I'm okay with that, or deeply, deeply disturbed.

(THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS. After watching it, you feel the need to inflict the pain on others. And that would actually explain everything when it comes to Andrew. It's scarring.)

*snuggles*

I'm sorry your brain has been failing you. I hope it gets better and safe travels on Friday in advance... y'know, if your legs haven't been broken 'n such!

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Thank you, sweetie. *Nuzzlelove* It's actually a short drive to Kansas, compared to... other day-long drives we've had on this trip so far, so we should be okay.

Howdy! I'm glad things are somewhat well for you; I wish they were better!

I have never before seen brain used as a verb. You astonish me. ;-)

By the by, I was hoping I could point you toward this little post-Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead fic. (http://ladyravenclaw.livejournal.com/86149.html) I'd love to know what you think!

Heh. This is what happens when I spend all my time talking to a specific group of people. We end up developing our own language, and I forget that's not how words work for everyone else in the world. ^^

Maybe I can do it if I put my back into it...

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