I'd write a list to help me remember, but I'd just forget where I put it

Ah, Sunday, last day of the weekend. Day usually spent completely not like I intend for it.

Oh crap, and I freaking missed Evo again this morning... I'm getting very good at forgetting to turn on the TV this early in the AM.

So, on today's theoretical agenda, I intend to work on some fic though it most likely won't happen. I expect the maternal unit will want to do the grocery shopping at around lunchtime. I hope we'll be having a roast this evening cause there's only so much convenience food I can stomach in one week before craving meat that is actually identifiable without having to read the back of the box. And I reeeeeally have to get those damned airline tickets booked... >.<

Mostly cause I really need to book my definite days off work. :D Which is going to be interesting I fear, cause it intersects with Lesley being on holiday too.

Yeah, so we'll see how that pans out when we reach it...

So... fic.
Oh, and make a b'day card for Rachie.

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Attempting to get my NCY flight booked but ebookers is being a big pain up the wazoo and basically just not wanting to work.
*kicks it* big peicea' crap. My luck with online ordering seems to have taken a bit of a nosedive this past few weeks, first with the BFO ticket site not wanting to work and now ebookers... *sighs*
Sometimes it's just easier to phone... -_-

Down, Anxiety! *cracks whip*

Ohhhhhkay...

Got JR to call and book by phone cause the ebookers website is kaputski.
They should hopefully be sending the tickets in the next 3-4 days.

23rd October to 3rd November. Now I can book my time off work and sit around panicing slightly till the tix arrive.
I'm waiting for an e-mail confirmation or something apparently... maybe... I dunno.

Eh, crap and mum wants me to cook dinner this evening a well... >.

the rippling rugae of recompense

Written a bit today. Been torturing my Wolvermuse in one of my ongoing but still somewhat nebulous fics. Actually managed nearly a page so far. I'm just not totally sure where I'm going with this bit yet.

But hey, it's still an idea-in-progress so that's ok. I can mess around with the rest of it when I have a clue what I'm doing.



*OW* and fucking ow... in karmic retribution for making a joke about stubbed toes earlier on today, I just stubbed my toe really fucking hard... >.<

DAMN YOU UNIVERSE, HOW YOU MOCK ME!

Wolvermuse: Serves you right for being so freaking evil to me lately. Can I not get some foof over here woman, does it all have to be desperate and agonising sexual relationships and moments of extreme, unrelenting emotional pain...? Can you not write me a foofly little smutlet or something? How about that AU with the Gibson flying V guitar you've been fantasising about for the past year and a half. Write that for chrissakes and stop making me CRY in front of people... It's just not dignified...

LT: At least I've not made you try and kill yourself yet today.

Wolvermuse: I'm thrilled...

LT: *shrugs* What can I say...? I'm on an angst kick. Live with it... at least you're pretty much guarenteed a happy ending. My inner sap won't let you have anything else.