Grr. Arg.

And so, after pestering me for almost a week whilst I was supposed to be writing Siobhan's fic, my Christmas fic has suddenly lost interest in me and is refusing to be written. I think there's something about deadlines that freezes the creative juices.

So meanwhile, Subaru and Kamui leap around screaming WRITE US! WE'RE PRETTY! AND WE ANGST! WHEE!

In other news, I helped at the NYSF working bee today, lugging shopping trolleys full of pillowcases and jumpers to and from the UC residencies and generally being worked like a slave under the blazing sun. All of us students spent our free time, what there was of it, bitching about the supervisor and planning a pool party.

So not used to that much exercise at a time.

*collapses*

<--- updating with Gabriel icon. Gabe suits my mood right now.

*spams*

And as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage

~

“Are you telling me to leave?” He sounds amused, and my hands curl in an automatic anger.

~

The first is a line from American Pie, and the second is the line that I was typing as those words were sang.

Just one of life's little coincidences.