TLAS lives ... sort of.

Actually working on stupid TLAS fic. Halfway done stupid TLAS fic. Can't believe I'm actually getting this done after a year of squat bloody all. Oh well; sooner I get that one done, sooner I can get the fifth one in this particular 'season' posted (it's been written a year but hinged on the one I'm writing now; it's complicated) and then there's just the other eight and the end-of-series special and I'm finally free!

Want to go to bed now, but also don't want to disturb dodgyhoodoo, who has to be up in 2.5 hours for Deaf Day earlies, poor schmuck.

Catch-22

So here I am, after a day of total peace and quiet. Both attention-sucks have been quiet for one reason or another (dodgyhoodoo doing the Deaf Day thing, Yuki just snoozing the day away). All that glorious solitude and lots of project work that needs to be done.

So what do I do? I play Patience on the computer and build Sims 2 lots.

It's always the way, isn't it? You sit and work and wish for ideal circumstances, and when you get the ideal circumstances, you can't work. Feh.