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aenariasbookshelf) wrote2009-03-02 07:22 pm
aenariasbookshelf) wrote2009-03-02 07:22 pm
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Permit me to rant for a moment. (If you're just here for the fic, no worries, you can tune this out. It's my form of cheap therapy.)
Dear life,
You know, just as soon as I manage to get some sort of order and steady ground with you, something has to come along and throw a whacking great monkey wrench into the works. I finally manage to get everything organized at work, and I realize that I've been neglecting my schoolwork to the point that I'm not going to be sleeping for the next week to get things done.
Then, I get the schoolwork under control, get some great ideas for my annotations and the creative piece I have to work on, and then Mom has to shatter that happy little bubble with "did you send your tax stuff in yet?" "what about that thing I sent you in the mail?" "what do you mean you forgot your grandmother's birthday?!"
Argh. Please, enough with the guilt. I feel bad enough that I apparently have the mental capacity of a grain weevil lately for remembering stuff, she doesn't have to drive the guilt in like a freaking sharp needle under the toenail. I actually managed to forget what day of the week it was last week. That was a real fine moment.
*see icon above*
At least the cat loves me. Until she tries to pull my TV off the stand by the wires again. Then I could swear she's one of Crowley's minions.
*headdesk*
*headdesk*
*headdesk*
*deep breath*
Okay, thank you for indulging me. I had to get that out of my system. Back to the schoolwork now. I think I can get most of the creative piece done tonight as I wait for 'Einstein and Eddington' to download. I need a Tennant fix.
Sincerely,
L.
Dear life,
You know, just as soon as I manage to get some sort of order and steady ground with you, something has to come along and throw a whacking great monkey wrench into the works. I finally manage to get everything organized at work, and I realize that I've been neglecting my schoolwork to the point that I'm not going to be sleeping for the next week to get things done.
Then, I get the schoolwork under control, get some great ideas for my annotations and the creative piece I have to work on, and then Mom has to shatter that happy little bubble with "did you send your tax stuff in yet?" "what about that thing I sent you in the mail?" "what do you mean you forgot your grandmother's birthday?!"
Argh. Please, enough with the guilt. I feel bad enough that I apparently have the mental capacity of a grain weevil lately for remembering stuff, she doesn't have to drive the guilt in like a freaking sharp needle under the toenail. I actually managed to forget what day of the week it was last week. That was a real fine moment.
*see icon above*
At least the cat loves me. Until she tries to pull my TV off the stand by the wires again. Then I could swear she's one of Crowley's minions.
*headdesk*
*headdesk*
*headdesk*
*deep breath*
Okay, thank you for indulging me. I had to get that out of my system. Back to the schoolwork now. I think I can get most of the creative piece done tonight as I wait for 'Einstein and Eddington' to download. I need a Tennant fix.
Sincerely,
L.
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I mean... it was just enthralling from the first word of actual story and within 2 1/2 minutes he uses the phrase "postman must be built like the fuckin' Tardis". At that point I was completely lost to fangirlish glee.
Glad you enjoyed it.