The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Men...

... so often go awry. I came up stairs really, really, really, really meaning to go to bed, dammit. Just a brief check of my e-mail, glance to see if I had a comments in my journal... but *no*. I had to go and actually start thinking about getting down that "rationalize why Sara can be lesbian but still have gone for Conchobar" fic that hit me earlier when I was watching "Sacrifice". (In related news, I finally fixed the clasp on my bracelet that I've decided is my jewelry ode to Witchblade. Granted it's onyx and wire rather than cast silver and red, but hey, it's one of those personal reference things, so it's ok. Someday I may even decide to work some spells into the stone.)

I have to be up at 6:15 tomorrow morning to go yard-sale-ing with my mom (It's a great way to get stuff for my apartment, cheap) and then get my Avon order in before noon. (Yes, I sell Avon. Yes, I'm a conundrum wrapped in a Scully-like enigma. Act like you knew. And if you'd like to order anything, lemme know. )

So fanfic, or bed?

Dumb question.

Hallelujah!

I've actually finished a new fic! This is a huge, huge, huge thing for me... it's the first one I've finished in over almost two years!

::does the happy dance of fanfic joy::

If you'd like to read it, go ( here. )