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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.