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I need to get on the stick with the Dannyfic for my ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
all_hallows_fic series. I've been working on it since November 15th. It should've taken no more than ten days, but here I am, three weeks later, resentfully prodding a forlorn, timid Dannybun into cooperation while Flackbunny glares balefully from his hutch, pellets of disdain mounded behind him in mute critique. He's been ready to proceed with Et Tu for three weeks, you see, but between Dannybun's reticence, my doubt about my ability to execute the story successfully, and my faffing about with Bones on DVD, he's gotten nowhere.
At least Roomie and I have gotten our Christmas shopping done. People are eternal assholes, Scrooges all year round when it comes to the broken people in their midst, but the holidays magnify the tittery tenfold. The acquisition of that PS3 or gilded mixing bowl and dildo spatula set subsumes my humanity and desire for simple consideration. I get stared at, ignored, pushed or pulled out of the way by strangers, treated to rolled eyes or muttered imprecations to hurry up. Even the fact that I buy groceries piques some folks, because, you know, if they have to wait five minutes for me to complete my purchase, everything in their cart will turn to dust thanks to EVIL Corporate America's timed rayguns.
So I got the "holiday cheer" over with, and aside from my final exam on Wednesday, I'm not going any damn where until 2007 becomes 2008 and Jesus and Santa Claus return to cryogenic stasis and sanity makes a comeback.
all_hallows_fic series. I've been working on it since November 15th. It should've taken no more than ten days, but here I am, three weeks later, resentfully prodding a forlorn, timid Dannybun into cooperation while Flackbunny glares balefully from his hutch, pellets of disdain mounded behind him in mute critique. He's been ready to proceed with Et Tu for three weeks, you see, but between Dannybun's reticence, my doubt about my ability to execute the story successfully, and my faffing about with Bones on DVD, he's gotten nowhere.At least Roomie and I have gotten our Christmas shopping done. People are eternal assholes, Scrooges all year round when it comes to the broken people in their midst, but the holidays magnify the tittery tenfold. The acquisition of that PS3 or gilded mixing bowl and dildo spatula set subsumes my humanity and desire for simple consideration. I get stared at, ignored, pushed or pulled out of the way by strangers, treated to rolled eyes or muttered imprecations to hurry up. Even the fact that I buy groceries piques some folks, because, you know, if they have to wait five minutes for me to complete my purchase, everything in their cart will turn to dust thanks to EVIL Corporate America's timed rayguns.
So I got the "holiday cheer" over with, and aside from my final exam on Wednesday, I'm not going any damn where until 2007 becomes 2008 and Jesus and Santa Claus return to cryogenic stasis and sanity makes a comeback.
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