And not, say, writing fic doomed to go nowhere. (Which is not to say you should stop writing, just that I should stop starting things I'll never finish.)
I keep wandering towards my bed, then thinking that I don't really feel like sleeping? Even if - class aside - I have Christmas shopping to do tomorrow and it won't do to sleep in 'till the afternoon.
(He gets up at 4:15? MADNESS.)
(No! I am SGA-ficcing. Something aimless with lots of angsting and water. I would rather be Bones-ficcing, at least I'd know where I'd be going with that.)
Ha, ha. I'm actually ON MY BED. Just not sleeping. FIve more sentences, and then I'm sharing this bitch with you andgoing to sleep. No, seriously.
(I know. He leaves the house at 6am. Apparently my dad needs two hours to get his shit together?)
(SGA ficcing is almost as bad! But it's cool that you're doing that, too. I don't know. I'm torn on the fic issue. I want you to write, but I don't want you to die of, like, sleep deprivation.)
If it were summer I'd be in bed now because it'd be getting light; alas, it being winter, I don't have this tell-tale sign of JESUS FUCK WHY ARE YOU STILL UP. Aside from the partial brain malfuction. (which is a typo, but lolz.)
(I need one, but I NEED that one hour or I quite simply don't function. This is partially why I miss so many of my morning classes.)
(I think you need to not sleep for like, 10 days before that happened? Someone tested it. I'm pretty sure they were a German Nazi. Anyway. I wish I could just write one of the stories I have plotted, have had plotted for months, and not this ... this thing where I take an image I have in my head and start writing, because after about 100 words it becomes so obvious that I have nothing to say.)
Yayz for Winter mornings = winter nights, I guess. (Ha, at first I thought you were yelling at me. Why ARE you still up, crazy girl child? It's bloody 5-something where you are!)
(Ha! OK. I'll take that.)
(Maybe, but it's still a worry that I'll kill all of my friends because we spam so frequently. Srsly, this was the subject of a nightmre last week.
Dude. Don't bring up Nazis in my Zen Zone!
That original fic isn't going anywhere - which is to say that you and I sail the same ship. Kinda. I wish I had bunnies for one-shot scenes, at least. Apart from this current fic, my mind has been this crazed realm of tabula rasa for what feels like ever.)
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Date: 2006-12-22 03:43 am (UTC)And not, say, writing fic doomed to go nowhere. (Which is not to say you should stop writing, just that I should stop starting things I'll never finish.)
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Date: 2006-12-22 03:45 am (UTC)(My dad is going to wake up in fifteen minutes. Crap.)
But mine is nearly finished! Seriously. (And you should writes! Just not now? )
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Date: 2006-12-22 04:09 am (UTC)(He gets up at 4:15? MADNESS.)
(No! I am SGA-ficcing. Something aimless with lots of angsting and water. I would rather be Bones-ficcing, at least I'd know where I'd be going with that.)
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Date: 2006-12-22 04:14 am (UTC)(I know. He leaves the house at 6am. Apparently my dad needs two hours to get his shit together?)
(SGA ficcing is almost as bad! But it's cool that you're doing that, too. I don't know. I'm torn on the fic issue. I want you to write, but I don't want you to die of, like, sleep deprivation.)
[...nearly done!]
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Date: 2006-12-22 04:21 am (UTC)(I need one, but I NEED that one hour or I quite simply don't function. This is partially why I miss so many of my morning classes.)
(I think you need to not sleep for like, 10 days before that happened? Someone tested it. I'm pretty sure they were a German Nazi. Anyway. I wish I could just write one of the stories I have plotted, have had plotted for months, and not this ... this thing where I take an image I have in my head and start writing, because after about 100 words it becomes so obvious that I have nothing to say.)
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Date: 2006-12-22 04:27 am (UTC)(Ha! OK. I'll take that.)
(Maybe, but it's still a worry that I'll kill all of my friends because we spam so frequently. Srsly, this was the subject of a nightmre last week.
Dude. Don't bring up Nazis in my Zen Zone!
That original fic isn't going anywhere - which is to say that you and I sail the same ship. Kinda. I wish I had bunnies for one-shot scenes, at least. Apart from this current fic, my mind has been this crazed realm of tabula rasa for what feels like ever.)