Aug. 12th, 2004

It's late.

Aug. 12th, 2004 01:10 am
icepixie: (slashdance)
Why is it that I can barely type out two sentences a day on any kind of angsty, fluffy, and/or generally not-weird fic, yet I can get four pages in one night on a fic (inspired by this and egged on by [livejournal.com profile] trickster_) that took a sharp left at Coherent and wound up in Cracksville?

*sigh*
icepixie: (slashdance)
It's 69 degrees outside right now. *eyes bug out* This time of year, we don't even always go below 70 for a low, much less in mid-afternoon.

I feel like I'm horribly behind in e-mails and reading the flist and stuff, probably because of the Crackfic That Ate My Brain. Or possibly just that it's summer and I'm sinking further and further into complete laziness. But it's invigorating to be working on fic like this instead of sweating blood to get anything out.

Um.

Aug. 12th, 2004 07:43 pm
icepixie: (elizabeth crisis)
I had to wear a jacket and non-sandally shoes to take the dogs for a walk.

In the middle of August.

In Tennessee.

Was that a pig I just saw flying across the sky...?


(Oh, and I saw the most beautiful sunset over the hills and trees of the park down the street. How I wish I'd had my camera...)

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