I'm grateful. Want to know why?
'Kay. I'll tell you. I'm grateful that 99% of the time I don't feel as if my head is filled with concrete. That other one percent is happening today,and I'm just... Urg. It's a head cold, it's just a old cold. But triple bleh.
In other news, I started writing my dgficexchange prompt. In longhand.
The tenses are screwing me up. The point of view is giving me a headache something fierce. But the character wants to tell the story. *sigh* Against my better judgment, I'm going to let them. But the character does not want to divulge all the information that I think necessary. It's like we're at a Mexican standoff, with the character's heels dug in and my arms crossed firmly over my chest and we're glaring at one another.
So there's that.
No, I'm not crazy. Hush it, you.
Then I did something impulsive and wrote my first (published) B/B ficlet in response to this:
Go have fun there. They all seem like nice, supportive peoples.
And lastly, A poll to name Aiden's replacement.
Which name suits the sexy, dark laptop of my dreams?