I call do-over

For anyone who has ever wondered what it might be like to experience severe menstrual cramps, food poisoning and a nine-hour retail shift in the week before Christmas all at the same time...

This just in: it sucks!

I'm coming to the realisation that I like and dislike my job in the same way that I liked and disliked maths in Years 11&12. Sometimes it all feels perfect because I can do it very well, but beneath the satisfaction of being good at it there's a deep-seated hatred of what it is I'm actually doing.

Ugh. Enough of that. Let's have something more cheerful. Someone posted these magazine scans on torch_wood and I uploaded them myself because I think they are ADORABLE:

( Eve Myles looks especially sweet )

Yuletiders? The site now has a bright yellow countdown timer on it, which is kind of terrifyingly pressuring. I am going to do my final edit now and then upload.

this definitely deserves the writer-with-OCD icon

Having spent two hours fretting horribly over my Yuletide fic and tweaking the formatting and putting words in and taking them out and generally being a paranoid freak, I finally forced myself to press the upload button.

And of course I can now see two pronouns that I need to change or else it will be THE END OF THE WORLD.

This is so unhealthy.

I am going to make caramel tea and watch all of the S3 Office episodes I have while I write my Christmas cards. (Yeah, sorry, Americans. My cards are going to be fashionably late.)