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So, here are some things this story is: shameless shameless ridiculous shameless id fic; about 6500 words longer than it was supposed to be; part of the same 'verse as Curving Like the Ocean Toward You (though it can be read alone); entirely Cate and hermette's fault. Here are some things it is NOT: uh, claiming to be a work of genius /o\

I DON'T KNOW, GUYS, SOMETIMES SHIT JUST GETS AWAY FROM ME, THE END.

Title: Weight of Days Lost Holding You Down
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: PG
Wordcount: ~7100
Author's Note: hermette, I blame you and I love you and I blame you and thank you so much for the incredible beta job, I cannot even. YOU ARE THE WIND BENEATH MY WINGS, OR SOMETHING. And, er, Cate, sorry I went and turned your prompt into...this whole thing...dfhdsjfk.
Summary: Steve jumps off buildings; Danny hits the wall.

( Weight of Days Lost Holding You Down )

First of all, MERRY/HAPPY, EVERYONE! Even for those of us for whom today is just a Saturday, albeit a Saturday when none of the stores are open :D

I was debating making a post about Chinese food and my family, but I have decided against it, largely because I had breakfast with my grandfather and my father and Burro&Burrito this morning, and it was literally SO MUCH LIKE AN EPISODE OF CURB THAT I HAD TO PINCH MYSELF. I can't even bear to relate it. There was arguing. And a few badly-landed penis jokes. And arguing. And a poor, hapless waiter who visibly regretted being employed at a Jewish deli. We tipped him heavily, but I doubt it eased the pain of having to listen to us very much.

Also also also someone wrote me an incredible Westing Game story for Yuletide!!! A Game of You, Theo/Turtle, and it's just excellent. EVERYONE WHO HAS EVER READ THE WESTING GAME SHOULD READ IT AT ONCE.

Now I am going to eat a piece of the amazing parve dobos tort the local Jewish bakery (ALSO OPEN CHRISTMAS DAY OH MY GOD BEST DISCOVERY OF MY LIFE) handily provided me this morning, and maybe take the plunge and watch the pilot of Hawaii 5-0, if I can find somewhere to...procure...it.

But first, a conversation about nothing at all that needs to be preserved for posterity anyway, even if it does make both me and Cathy sound more than a little bit like Pretentious Hipster Nerds....

( Jonathan Frazen, Jonathan Safran Foer, and David Sedaris walk into a bar )

OKAY, JUST SO EVERYONE IS CLEAR:

I am going to a concert tonight, and I have been trying to see this artist again since I saw him in 2007, and literally I have had tickets for a show FIVE TIMES and one time my tire exploded on the drive there and one time I got the flu and one time we were on vacation and thwarted by the fucking oil spill and one time I fell down the stairs and twisted my ankle and had to go to the emergency room and ONE TIME HIS DRUMMER FUCKING DIED.

I'm not superstitious by nature. I am not one of those people who sets a lot of store by bad luck. BUT GIVEN THE CIRCUMSTANCES, I AM A LITTLE UNSETTLED AT THIS POINT.

So. Um. If bandits make off with me or something between now and tomorrow--because obviously I am tempting fate by attempted to see this guy another time--IF I AM TAKEN BY THE CRUEL WINDS OF DISASTER, PLEASE KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU ALL VERY MUCH ♥