We want ... information.

dryaunda asks the questions this time around. Some fairly interesting ones, as well.

( By hook or by crook, we will. )

It's warm and sunny, and I have migraine. Arse.

Wake-up call

Whoa. Okay. Hadn't remembered this one (so thanks, beepbeep:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, happypickle!!!

*ahem* Anyway.

Up to Ep 23 on Eva now. dodgyhoodoo seems to appreciate it. Hopefully he won't decide the ending sucks dead slugs through a straw the way cholten99 did.

I have vowed to do some goddamn writing tomorrow. Damnit all to hell, it's about time I stopped fucking around and did something. I have my hard-set-up Excel spreadsheet laughing at my substandard wordcount and it's fucking irritating. Feh.

BESM tomorrow. Probably more carpet picnic and a fair bit of insanity, but I'd love to keep the faff to a bare minimum because dodgyhoodoo is on earlies this week and getting up at 5 a.m. must be bad enough without staying up until midnight pretending to be a Japanese midget-geek-crim.

Waitaminit. His alarm goes off at 5 a.m. This means that I'm going to be waking up to that unholy thing at around the same time. Argh. ARGH.

Inexplicably tired. Also, for some strange reason, I wonder what would happen if I found a traffic warden and chased him/her around with a plush lobster screaming "KNEEL BEFORE THE GREAT OLD ONE, WORTHLESS MEAT-SAC, FOR YOU ARE THE WHORE OF THE INFINITE CLAW-RADDLED EEEEEEEEEVIL!" I'm thinking straitjackets and Thorazine would be involved in the outcome, but I'm not sure who'd get it first, me or the traffic warden.

The world needs more insane traffic wardens.