plotbunnies ate my baby

Bloody Windows Media Player decided to close my window and erase my entry, didn't it? Let's try again...

How I love being completely and utterly unproductive. Today I have cleaned enough to earn $25, made apple crumble muffins not-from-a-box, and sat around reading about symptoms and treatments of disorders in adolescents. I think my mother is beginning to suspect that I have been brainsnatched and replaced with this strange cooking-and-psychology entity.

This week I have to work a couple of afternoon shifts, go shopping for school things and last-minute NYSF stuff and generally make the most of my last week of holidays. Then - two weeks in residence at the UC, a few days to recover, and then back to school with a vengeance. Ugh. Makes me tired just thinking about it.

Insomnia does weird stuff to my mind. Couldn't sleep til 1:30 this morning because of a really weird Fuuma/Kakyou drabble that came out of nowhere and gnawed on my brain.

-_-

*prods inbox*

Empty inboxes are so bloody depressing.

And despite my best efforts, I have only managed to drag Quindlemire forward (kicking and screaming blue murder, may I add) by 931 words in the past three days. And they're hardly a particularly good 931 words. I think I'll finish this bloody scene and hurriedly go and concentrate on someone other than the RedSmuts, because Ember is pissing me off.

My mother's hairdresser thinks I should be a model O.o
[/random ego boost for the day]