So Lazy I Can't Be Assed to Drum Up an Evocative Title

I received an extension on my spn_summergen fic, for which I'm grateful, but it also means that I'll have to eyeball the mangy little bastard for another few days. The writing can be tied up in three days if the weather deigns to stop pissing on my head and the power company aparatchik can keep the plug in the socket. Then a day to simply let the fic and me rest, a day to proofread and edit, and then it'll be gone, gone, gone.~Insert Smeagol dance here~

Other than that, I'm just drifting. Friday, Roomie and I plan to see the new Mummy flick; alas and alack, there is no Oded Fehr mancandy to ogle, but Jet Li isn't hard on the eyes, and at least there's the comic relief of Jonathan and the hope of mindless battle sequences.

Tonight, though, I'm going to watch Project Runway and CSI:NY's "Commuted Sentences" and gnosh penny candy and drink hot tea and chocolate milk. It's not much, but who said every day had to rival the pyramids of Giza in splendor and grand achievement?