no one gets to tell me if I've lost or if I've won

I am finally halfway through that fic in which Jack's timeline gets fucked. Yay! I am, however, somewhat concerned about the next chapter because Rose has a major part in it? And I can't write Rose. Almost any other character in New Who, I'm fine with, or at least am not afraid to try, but Rose... I never know if her characterization is right, or totally off-base.

...I suppose I can comfort myself by reminding myself that the same could be said of the Doctor Who writers on occasion...

Anyway. Seymour is gone to the airport, and I am a little sad, for Sey is awesome. We went to karaoke with Sey and Nina last night - not that Nina or I sang anything - and Sey broke so many songs. So many. Of course, when someone leans over just before a song and goes "This is my Master to Lucy song". And it's a sappy country song. And you spent the entire song alternating between giggling insanely and looking horrified...

And Sey and Nina got us bears from Build-a-Bear. Well, one of them was a dog, but... details. A Doctor puppy for me, and a Donna bear for Evie. The Donna bear is so cute. She's in a wedding dress and she's ginger and... just... so cute. And Doctor puppy has brainy specs. It's awesome.

And now, I'm attempting to clean the house. I'm somewhat concerned I'm going to injure myself doing so, because my back hurts already, and there's just so much stuff all over the place and I want to put my head through a wall, a little. And I need to wait until Evie's home so we can load up the car with boxes and toss them, because we have tons of cardboard boxes sitting in the corner that need to be gotten rid of... BAH.

But I've unpacked the boxes we got from Val (mostly - there's one still full of DVDs and stuff because I have nowhere to put them, and one that's being used to contain notebooks because, again, there's nowhere to put them, but...), and I've cleaned off the table by the door and the chair where clothes keep getting dropped (I would like to have that chair back so I can actually sit at the table... though that will have to be moved when Val gets here...), and as soon as things stop hurting quite so much, I'll go back to... doing stuff...

I think I'm gonna make coffee. Coffee will make things better.

So. I just woke up an hour ago. Which, on the one hand, is nice and probably necessary, and might help me get over this whatever the hell I've come down with in the past few days. On the other hand, I always get annoyed when I sleep too much, because there's that much less time I could have spent doing something. It's just because I'm a nut and would like to not sleep at all so that I can have more time to write and so on. Don't mind it.

I did finish another chapter of the Jack and Rose fic with the fucked up timelines. Not gonna post it until Evie gets home, so she can read it (I don't have a Rose headvoice, she does, so it's kind of necessary), but if anyone else wants to read it before then (and give me feedback), let me know and you can has.

Tomorrow Evie and I are going to Beth's show... thing. Yeah, I really have no idea where we're going, except that apparently all of Beth's friends are dying to meet "the ex". This is either awesome, or terrifying, depending on what stories they've heard about me.

And then I think Sunday there are plans to abduct Nina and Sey, but those plans exist solely in Evie's head, so I couldn't tell you what they are.

Have you noticed I'm out of the loop in a lot of things that go on in my life? This is how it's always been. Someone tells me I'm doing something and it's like, "Am I? Oh, okay. Cool." It's not that I'm not capable of planning things or anything - we did manage the Connecticut trip, after all, which was my idea (alright, I had help with the planning stages, shut up) - I'm just so often drifting off in Aubrey-land that I don't usually think about these things. And when I do, I promptly forget about them whenever the next shiny thing comes along.

This should not surprise anyone who knows me, as very often I forget to eat (there is a reason I lost weight when I was at NYU). It's a very good thing I've got an Evie in my life.

EDIT: By the way, guys? Real quick? SO MUCH LOVE for the new characters at the Rift. All of them. They're fantastic, and bring me so much glee. Especially Vincent. His thread with Romana's giving me random squeefits, and it just started. This says a lot about me, considering they're a little scary together. Hell, they're a little scary separately - together, it's all kinds of doom waiting to happen. (But doom in the name of Great Justice. Or something.)