all these ideas and not a goddamn thing is happening...

i sat at home yesterday afternoon contemplating my getting old, which is the only explaination for not having the prequisite greasy food necessary to stave off that hangover that appeared. basically what i'm saying it there was a time when i stockpiled bacon, eggs and toast because i knew it was the quickest avoidance of the ick factor. in my fridge now? emergency vodka, pasta, a loaf of bread and cookies.

something is rotten in denmark.

anyhoo. through my haze i realized that yet again i have ZERO ideas. zero. nil. nada. niente. nunca. notagoddamnfarthingsworth. it's a bit vexing.

i have titles, don't get me wrong. i even have some thoughts. but nothing forthcoming.

1. A Million Save One
2. Bonnie and Clyde (a one-off Chloe/Lex for Kassie)
3. Otherwise Known as Alexander the Great
4. The Little Assassin
5. The Terrible Conflagration Up at the Place

at least two of these will wind up being drabbles, but i can't even get that up and running. shit.