allfireburns: Gwen Cooper. Text: "If you think I'm bulletproof you're wrong." (if you think I'm bulletproof...)
Finished my [livejournal.com profile] 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 [personal profile] ordinarygirl starts making disapproving Donna faces at you, there is usually a good reason. Maybe we should listen?
allfireburns: Emily Prentiss, grinning over her shoulder. (TW*Mg: Beauty and the mess)
I am still alive, in case anyone wondered, and now (as of yesterday) legally able to buy alcohol. Hooray!

We may have a place to live some time next week - it is not ideal, as it's kind of small, still has the problem where I can't go anywhere Beka doesn't drive me, and has no bathtub, just a shower, but it's only temporary. We're planning to find a better place in spring or summer, whenever some of the students clear out and give us a few more options. (Besides the lack of bathtub, which is disappointing because I tend to take baths when I am just too cold to warm up any other way, it isn't a half-bad place to stay for winter, because there's room for Ace to run around in the snow. Ace. Loves. Snow. It's adorable.)

All of this is assuming the landlord was not serious about the part of the lease where it says the cats need to be declawed. He probably isn't, as he didn't write it himself, and he didn't mention it when we talked to him, but if he actually was serious about it, the answer is FUCK NO and we're back to square one. Mrrph.

Something in my shoulder has knotted up horribly and will not let go. I still have some of the painkillers from my ear infection, so I've been using those when it gets horrible - it doesn't so much stop the pain as stop me caring quite so much about the pain, but it's the best I can do. When I run out of that... I dunno. I'll probably see how well vodka works as a muscle relaxant in this case.

I need to start putting together stuff for NaNo. I'm not doing a proper novel this year, just working on projects that need to be finished up, but I am still going to try to hit 50,000 words in the month. My username over there is the same as here, allfireburns, so if you'd like to add me as a writing buddy over there, go for it! (Of course, putting together stuff for NaNo will probably have to wait until I get the stuff off my hard drive back from Best Buy. ARGH. I am kicking myself for not backing up that plot outline elsewhere, but I was not planning on Gwen freaking out so badly less than a year after I got her.)

EDIT: Ohfuck. And then I go and glance at a former friend's journal, something I should never do, because she wished me happy birthday even though we haven't spoken in more than a year and now I am going to cry.
allfireburns: Emily Prentiss, grinning over her shoulder. (Default)
I started my Script Frenzy thing. I am not thrilled about it, and having issues focusing, but I expect I'll feel better about it once I've killed someone.

No, seriously. This is what happens with me and stories. I have issues with it until someone dies, and then all is well and I can work with it just fine. You know, that may be why "Lullaby for a Dead Girl" worked so well for me. I killed someone off BEFORE THE STORY EVEN STARTED.

I'm still debating how/where to post it. Here under a custom filter of some sort, or at [livejournal.com profile] followedmystar under the general flock. I'm leaning toward [livejournal.com profile] followedmystar, but what do you think, flist?

Also? I hate this song. I mean... no, I don't. I really, really adore it. But it always sets off this ridiculous anger and... oh, I think I need to drink now. I'm going to finish this page, and then do some tags. Put someone into the Rift in a new post, though I have yet to decide who.

The goal is to finish the teaser tonight. Before Evie gets home. I can do that, yes? Yes.