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* No nightmares last night. Strange vivid dreams I don't remember, which is fine, but no more nightmares. Which is also good. The ridiculously specific nightmares about Grandpa degenerating through Alzheimer's but not actually dying were a trifle upsetting.

* Fucked off about midway through yesterday. Checked out of my mind completely. Did very little but editing. Finished the Angel ApocaBigBang. The Dresden Files Big Bang, since I don't have an artist who gives a shit as far as I can tell, can fuck right off. I'll either come up with my own art and rewrite it before I post it or just ignore it altogether.

* The Holmes BigBang, likewise, is cancelled for lack of interest in the Big Bang community. Apparently I just don't write what people want to read over there.

* Thank god Long Road has two guys fucking, or I'd be fucked for LJ attention. This is only half sarcastic.

* Clearly not up to being a human among humans yet.

* Spent all last night either playing stupid yahoo games or reading Preacher comics. The first three graphic novel compilations, to be precise. I love Cassidy. And by love I mean dear god he's entertaining and if I ever ran across him in real life I'd stake him out for the sun in a heartbeat because he's a psychopathic murdering fuckhead. But ahahahahaha! I love a vampire who says "Oh fuck. It's God." when confronted with, you know. God. Jesse's okay but I want to slap him. Cassidy just makes me laugh the way Guy and Nameless do.

* Paid off my credit card bill. Have about a frillion (read, five or six) other "adult" things to do that I am fucking well not doing until Friday. Maybe Saturday. Unless I absolutely have to. I don't even think I want to go to game on Friday, I am not sure I should be around living people with real emotions right now.

* Which is why I'm not online.

* Still feel like I'm either crying, am going to cry, or have been crying all the time. With no tears. Just that peculiar prickly hotness. It's ... unenthralling.

* On the plus side, have not engaged in (much) stress eating or dropped exercise habits at all yet. Also, it's warming up. Slowly.

* I'm not sure what to call what I've been thinking off and on for the past twenty four hours. It's not suicidal thoughts or impulses, or suicidal ideation. But it's not pretty. Mostly, I just want to stop and catch my breath. But the sheer number of things I have to do won't go away.

* We'll see how tonight goes. We'll see if I even post this. (In the interests of I-atent-dead, I did.)

[fic] Every Breath You Take

Title: Every Breath You Take
Fandom: Watchmen
Characters: Rorschach, with an Adrian cameo
Word Count: ~750 words
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rorschach is in love. No, really.
A/N: This is entirely adsartha's fault. And a rough draft. Not sure of Rorschach's voice yet.

( Hurm. )