Winken, Blinken, and Done Nodded

The reason for my recent lethargy manifested itself last night in the Red Bloat. Today and tomorrow will be the worst of it, and then it'll taper to less soul-draining levels. I needed a nap today because of the fatigue, and I've only just slithered from my hole in the ground. I need a shower, but Roomie has gone on a suburban safari to Popeye's to procure dinner, so for now, it's onward with my stellar Pigpen impersonation. I hate smelling like Jabberjaw dragged himself from the deep to shit in my catbox.

My intended experiment with twofer ficcing never got out of the starting gate. I was just too damn tired, and hey, I like my current method. So, pbbbbth. The bunnies can fend for themselves. Lindsaybun is getting scritched at the moment, and though her inspiration is a lifeless, pulsating hunk of breathing meat with a terminal case of talent scurvy, she's cute. Not as cute as Flackbunny, who's in a jealous strop. If the fatigue lifts, she should be ready for her bow in a week, but I don't think she can be shown until the 30th of October.

I'm not sure I'll fic tonight. Slinging academic fertilizer has sapped my will to type or do anything but blink, so I'll likely just drink tea and watch TV. My life is ever a whirlwind.