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Dec. 5th, 2008 12:53 amBest sentence of the night:
“Three, you remember that New Year’s weekend? When we stayed awake for three days and lived on beer and that cheese in a can? You swore up and down Johnny Cash was living under your bed, man. Sleep deprivation doesn’t agree with you."
Work was not too horribly awful tonight, which was a nice change. Finally got some fucking pledges, at least. And there was cake. Really amazing chocolate cake.
So incredibly tired right now. That is what happens when you stay up until 6 in the goddamn morning writing fic, I guess. On the bright side, the Steve/Tony fairy tale fic is, at completely and utterly done, and almost 6000 words of pure, undiluted crack. Will post tomorrow.
“Three, you remember that New Year’s weekend? When we stayed awake for three days and lived on beer and that cheese in a can? You swore up and down Johnny Cash was living under your bed, man. Sleep deprivation doesn’t agree with you."
Work was not too horribly awful tonight, which was a nice change. Finally got some fucking pledges, at least. And there was cake. Really amazing chocolate cake.
So incredibly tired right now. That is what happens when you stay up until 6 in the goddamn morning writing fic, I guess. On the bright side, the Steve/Tony fairy tale fic is, at completely and utterly done, and almost 6000 words of pure, undiluted crack. Will post tomorrow.