Art may imitate life, but life imitates TV...

[allfireburns]

DAMMIT. I am failing badly at writing and it's driving me crazy. A little over 1000 words. That's not difficult. But I keep getting distracted by people or the dog or my music and I just... I kind of hate the universe right now.

And I'm randomly stressed that I don't have my iPod now and am apparently not getting it back. Never mind that I don't need my iPod at this very moment, it's the principle of the thing.

And I haven't had proper coffee in way too long now and that's driving me crazy too.

I just want to finish this fic and have music with me when I have to leave the house and have coffee and have furniture in my house. I don't think that's too much to ask. *Grumblegrump*

...Yes, I know I'm kind of being ridiculously bitchy, but I don't care. I just felt the need to lodge a complaint with the universe in hopes it might decide to actually listen for once.

EDIT: OKAY, CHRIS WINS AND HAS MADE THE UNIVERSE HER BITCH FOR THE TIME BEING. My day just got better surprisingly quickly.

Comments

[quinby.livejournal.com]

Why aren't you getting your iPod back? *massive hugs*

[allfireburns.livejournal.com]

I lost it in a hotel in Virginia. And they called back and said they'd send it, but they may or may not have gotten the right address (and I assume if they did, it would have been SENT already), and fdljadf;lkdjf.

*Cling*