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Just a few more days and work will slow down a couple of notches, which is verra good b/c I am X_X right now.

Weekend is shaping to be just about everything but writng *glum* On the brightside, Boss Lady wants to celebrat her birthday in style, and she's invited me and another coworker to party down with her -- so far it looks hesitantly like we'll do Taste of Cincinnati then find a bar downtown or something and drink it up. w00t!

Then Esu will probably want to do Taste as well, which means OH DARN I HAVE TO EAT MORE GOOD FOOD on Sunday. Shame that. Really. The suffering.

X3 comes out this weekend, yeah?

Then who knows what'll be going down Monday, and somewhere in there I have to clean this goddamn fuckng house b/c the mess is adding to my stress by about a bajillion.

I want a hammock and a cabana boy to cater to my every whim in which to relax. God, that would make Megan happy. Lay out in the sun, reading and drinking ice tea, molest the cabana boy and just fuckng not do work for a bit.

All right, shower and then I must summon the energy to write. I really wish there was food in this house, or that I wasn't flat broke and could go to fucking Burger King.

Blah.

Oh! My darling achika demanded amusement. This was my feeble attempt. The dumbest shreds of conversation come to me when I'm exhausted.

( And it's even kinda sorta not really fairytale )

Fsking exhausted but I did it. Lo, and on the bajillionth day there was ch. 6 of Sandstorm

I'll add the relevant italics tomorrow. Go dedz0r now. It's really rough X_X Mostly b/c I'm still playing with how to actually do this chapter. I'm sure it'll come to me when I'm more conscious and decide to stop starving myself from sheer apathy.

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