Chicken? Chicken! Mooooo! Mooooo!

When I get home tonight, I'm going to Write. Because Fay killed me for that, lol, and who needs sleep, eh? What an amazing example of why we should always keep a hard-copy back up. Though printing out that thing every time I make a change to a fic would kill way too many trees.

The progress has been positively negative on the Pern fic, and bad for writing in general. I did write two small letters for an RP (blame moontear for getting me addicted to a het pairing), but they don't count,since out of context they're kind of full of wtffery. But other than that, de nada. Fay is my only valid excuse, and this was an issue before she hit. *sigh* Just been kind of blah lately. I think I'm fighting a cold, but it's hard to tell. ._. I tend to not notice that I'm sick until I fall over.

Anyways, we may have yet another storm on the way, so I'd really better get cracking on this thing. Before the power dies again.

(If it dies again, I just might end up crashing at work. My boss won't mind, right? Right? Chad?)

Subject reference here. Don't read unless you're in the mood for mindless crack. More mindless than usual, I mean.