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Heya, internet.

So! First of all: tonight I have a migraine and a twitching eye (SERIOUSLY, YOU GUYS, IT WON'T QUIT THAT, THERE'S LIKE A MUSCLE SPASM OR SOME SHIT HAPPENING, WHAT THE SHIT IS THIS, IT IS FREAKING ME OUT), and so this post exists partially to say: sorry. Sorry, sorry, if I've told you I'm going to get something done tonight I'm probably not, if there's something you need me to do now is the wrong time to ask, if you're expecting me to update a gdoc with real words it's looking unlikely. What I've got in me at the moment is, uh, possibly meandering not-stories and maybe some distracting low-impact flail? I don't know, mostly I feel like a rung-out dishcloth who desperately wants to sleep and can't. I WILL MAKE UP FOR IT TOMORROW OR SOMETHING, I'M SORRY.

Secondly, I've decided that the internet needs a big 'ol one of these:



Who's with me?

Thirdly, Ao3 has opened for subscriptions, which is awesome! I am over there under this self-same username, but, uh, be advised if you're thinking of subscribing to me that I'm planning on adding a bunch of fics I keep meaning to archive (all the H50, that VMars fic, the...entirety of History Repeating Itself...) in the next couple of days.

And finally...oh, shit, I've got no last thing. Here, be cradled like this baby hedgehog, which I got from someone on tumblr - I would check who, but I got an error message about, er, tumbeasts, apparently. I guess that's a thing? I don't know, I just edited this post and found four places where I wrote the word "blue" where I meant "the," take the hedgehog now before this goes on any further.



Happy things in comments, y/y?

continuing in the tradition of writing about danny and steve sleeping when i can't sleep. too tired for introductions with coding & capital letters and also, quite probably, sense-making. vrrrrrroom bed now.

( less a deluge than a drought )

All of the things:

-There is never going to be enough Inception ever forever oh my god but this fandom is endless, I'm saved
-While I was at a work event that went smashingly my dog got skunked and he's so sorrowful, little tomato-juiced head hanging
-Which incidentally is a problem because I myself was born without a sense of smell, so I am going by the vehement assurances of others that he was skunked, and I want to pet him, but they tell me that will make me smell of it too, and then I'll have no way to know if I continue to smell of it
-(And I really hate the idea of smelling bad to strangers)
-Ahahahaha apparently I've written almost 20,000 words in four days what the actual shit is wrong with me
-EVERYONE REMIND ME TO MAKE A RECS POST TOMORROW, THAT NEEDS DOING
-Ditto a post about all of the songs in my life that suddenly mean new things because I'm looking out through Arthur/Eames colored glasses and
-I changed my journal layout. Natch.