i could use more sleep

It's not that I hate my job because it is currently repetitive and boring, though that would be enough--I hate it because it is taking important fic reading and journaling time.

Also, transtempts, amireal, and I are apparently engaged in competitive writing? I don't know. We spend a lot of time posting to each other's AIM window and wondering vaguely if our fics will ever end (the answer is no). It's--well, very us, I suppose.

I'm also still gazing at the reboot fic I posted last week in a state of shock. Good shock! But still.

I also found a puppy I want to adopt, which is random, but there was this--have you ever been say, looking at pictures of dogs at an animal shelter and then stopped and realized that is yoru dog? Well, my dad's dog--part of my motive was that his dog Luke needs companionship, I think, and I've been casually reading up on what dogs work well with German shepherds and I was looking at older, quiet dogs that wouldn't mind being Luke's dom, because God knows he wants someone canine to tell him what to do, and then there are these--I don't even think they are objectively cute, but there you go. I had the page open pretty much all day to go look at them; every time I closed it, I'd go back and open it again. I'm still debating. As in, I want so much, but she is, in fact, a puppy, though already spayed, and that will mean I need to enroll in puppy classes with her. I know myself. I will need a classroom. Puppies are cute. I roll over for them and that will do none of us any good.

There are so many practical considerations, but I'm weirded out how very badly I want this dog. And I am not actually a dog person. Or really--wanting to go through pet ownership again.

I don't know.

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[transtempts.livejournal.com]

And then you find out the story has taken your shirt AND your socks, AND your sanity.

Yeah, I know, and sharing food is very intimate, so there is progress being made there. PROGRESS I TELL YOU.

[amireal.livejournal.com]

The other half of my ship has only been mentioned once. In passing. In sarcastic passing.

Oh fic, why you gotta hate so hard?

This time I woke up missing my bra. *suspicious*

At some point in the next few scenes, they will probably mention him again! And maybe his friend! I BELIEVE IN UNICORNS!

[transtempts.livejournal.com]

I couldn't find my socks when I woke up.

Fic hates us SO MUCH.

I BELIEVE IN UNICORNS TOO. And, FLYING HORSES.

*glances outside*

Is that the Loch Ness Monster I see in the bay?

[amireal.livejournal.com]

...oh my god I just committed a manly choked up brotherly hug. Kill me.

*peers outside* I think I have bigfoot.

NEXT, THEY SIT ON A BUS FOR SEVERAL HOURS. WOO. (I adore that we are both writing about variations on James, yet in two completely different universes.)

[transtempts.livejournal.com]

Jim finished the damn salad and now they are TALKING. TALKING ABOUT STUFF.

*whimpers*

I am being stalked by Nessie. My life, how is it this?

I think that is AWESOME. Variations on James.

[amireal.livejournal.com]

My cat keeps trying to interrupt me with pettings time. I feel he knows the end is nigh. Also, mundane shower, 12:00!

Next, THEY LOOK AT MAPS. AND THEN MAYBE WATCH SOME TV. OH MY GOD SAVE MY STORY FROM THE MUNDANE. THERE SHOULD BE EXCITING PLOT. REALLY. I SWEAR. ACTION AT SOME POINT.

[transtempts.livejournal.com]

Hee!

If I can get them beyond talking perhaps they can, ACT. I swear it's coming.