nobody cares about your water fetish, Leoben

OMG HI LJ

I am bestowing a quick hiatus-break upon myself because I am just. that. damn. happy. that my Ecology of Health & Disease essay is finished. I decided that going in to uni for a single 9am lecture would be a ridiculous waste of time, so I am spending the day sitting here and wavering between bouts of uni-related productivity and, um, productivity in a different direction (CYLON CRACKFIC. BEST FUN EVER. TRUST ME.) Soon I will move on to my genetics report, but until then:

What have you all been doing?

Who wants to come and have comment-craziness with me? Limited time deal!

And which of you northern bastards stole our frakking heat?

*shivers in the autumnal chill*

validation!

*waves various limbs*

My efforts have paid off! PAID OFF, I TELL YOU! I knew it would be a good idea to get schiarire into BSG. She has now produced fucking awesome fic about pilots for me, and she doesn't even care much about pilots.

Go! Read! Give her praise and, um, anything Boomerific!

Relatedly, I have spent a deplorable portion of my evening writing CYLON CRACKFIC OF JOY which was meant to be pure unadulterated silliness but somehow sprouted pairings and a vague plot and became KAT/RACETRACK NOT!PORN.

Crazy.

On that note, I am to bed.