Woooooorddddssss

I promised actual content today! D: And now I must think of content. Bugger. For those who care, part IV of the drabble series. This one is... less fluff, but hopefully effective.

Gah, I need to write more. D: I feel so awkward posting my fics these days. I keep expecting someone to say, "Wait, you mean you're not dead?" No, really, I promise I'm not a zombie. Cross my heart and hope to keep breathing, please and thank you.

The weekend was... well, I don't remember being so blah in a long time. (Not counting the bit where I went "what the hell" and downed a shot of cinnamon schnapps, because that was as far from blah as you get without something terminal being involved [though a shot of cinnamon schnapps might count as "something terminal"].) I washed a seemingly endless number of dogs, did laundry and pretty much got things done in spite of being nearly a vegetable. I didn't even have the attention span necessary to wander around the Westersand until I got a sandstorm. (Which I STILL NEED, WEATHER. [shakes fist])

Okay, my brain doesn't work anymore. I'm just going to wander over and poke a WiP until words appear.

ETA: Words appeared! :o