Et Tu X Pimp

Why do I always manage to finish and post my chapters on weekends, when fewer people are on the Internet and those who are are too sloshed or too busy having wildly fulfilling sex to care about the latest movements of my paper dolls? It happens every time. Anyway, Part X of Et Tu is now available.

Roomie wants to take me out of the house before I develop the complexion of a cadaver mummified with rice paper, so we're going to futz around the derelict mall for a few hours tomorrow. That's hardly hyperbole, either; this mall is so badly managed that it's losing Goody's, that stalwart mecca for those too poor to afford the hayseed chic of Kmart. A quarter of its stores are empty, and when it rains, water drizzles into the food court. It's a ruin, really, shamed by the sleek design of its younger crosstown counterpart, but it's got a Barnes and Noble and a movie theater, so it's decent for passing time.

I'll probably pick up Reise, Reise and Rosenrot while I'm there, and thus, my Rammstein collection will be complete.

I'll probably pimp Et Tu X again tomorrow, and that will be that. Then it'll be time to get my spn_summergen fic on the road.