pfft.

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i had something i wanted to say, but i don't remember what it is now. hey, i'm operating in my grace period of 'i was so disoriented after the weekend that my boss sent me home early.' why? because i had an ozzy moment and couldn't say 'invitation' and looked so glazed you could've called me a honeywell. i might've been a bit sick.

even napoleon is nice sometimes, apparently. go figure.


in fandom related malarky:

all around me people are being prolific in HP verse (especially my crackhead,ethrosdemon) and the SV verse (happyminion, andariell, rosenho... but not me. i just have these fleeting images that i can't make into anything resembling a story (although some of my fic doesn't really resemble a story either, i know this). i have no bunnies, i'm just reading, i don't mind but i feel like i'm floundering.

ah, well, such is life. maybe some of somebody's enthusiasm for something will rub off on me.

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Am I going to have to ground you? Take away the Power Wheels Ferrari? You write beautiful stories, with beautiful words, and beautiful ideas, and so what if you're not churning them out like a machine? It makes them all that much more precious that they're doled out like diamonds.

ObMomCliche: Everything happens in its time. You're not floundering, you're slumbering, waiting for the right moment to awaken.

not the power wheels!

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Everything happens in its time. You're not floundering, you're slumbering, waiting for the right moment to awaken.

wow, nice butterfly metaphor, i better not turn out a moth, mom. *g*