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This icon of movie!Face being all "WHATCHOO GOT, BITCHES" needs to be made yesterday.

Also, I think at some point over the next couple weeks I need to make a trip to the bead store and get materials for earcuffs linked to studs and things. It's been a while since I've made any jewelry, but I think I mostly remember how. And we do still have the equipment at work, I've seen it around. Just need to make a plan. And saying that is making my inner Hannibal speak up. Way too much A-Team.

Oogh. I keep forgetting how long it takes me to get back into the writing groove (at least a week from the time I seriously start) and then I keep overestimating what I should be doing. Need to stop that.

On the plus side, did get some of the desert story written yesterday, and some of a whole other thing that I got derailed into writing. Watched the season finale of Warehouse 13, in which Mark Sheppard played a character I never, ever, ever thought he would play. And watched the finale of Covert Affairs, which was good cheesy fun times. Still a little flipped about mailing off that letter, but at least Eureka isn't on anymore till... sometime, so I don't have to deal with seeing Fargo on TV all the time and then remembering and thinking and being all !!!!

There would be more here if my life were more interesting and I didn't have to run to work.

[Fic] Bullets Bars and Stone

Title: Bullets Bars and Stone
Fandom: A-Team
Characters: Murdock, Face
Word Count: 2,414
Rating: R
Summary: While the A-Team is detained, Murdock is incarcerated in the psych ward, this time by malicious forces. When the team gets him back, he's not quite the Murdock they knew.
A/N: Written with the movie!verse in mind, but could apply to either. Co-written with kikibug13 who puts a most excellent Face on things. It's her plotbunny anyway, so it's all her fault.

“Hey, wait a minute! Wait, this isn’t my... this isn’t my ward! This is not my ward! I don’t recognize him, I don’t recognize that, I don’t recognize you! You, you, who are you, anyway? You’re not my doctor! I-I-I-I want my doctor. My doctor, you hear me? I want my doctor, right, right now! I want, hey hey hey, what are you doing? What do you think you’re doing? You can’t do that to me! You can’t...”


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She said, guessing on at least that last one. I wonder if writing some of this out longhand at all would help me practice at least my kanji. Thinking about it, it probably would. I have such bad handwriting in Japanese. The only thing worse is my Russian.

I'm tired. I'm cranky, and I'm brain dead, and I'm tired, and I don't want to do customer service emails. Or go home and have to cook. I want to sit and write, edit, or spin. That's it. Sadly, I don't get to do any of those, I have to do customer service emails. And I want my spinning wheel and the stupid post office hasn't coughed it up yet. And I'm grumpy. Did I mention the grumpy? Editing isn't going anywhere near fast enough (although it has been productive) and I should edit the novel that I'm actually doing for the Big Bang tonight but I'm scared of that and don't want to do it either. MOO. I dig my heels in in protest and stomp my feet.

On the plus side, the wildlife seems to have stopped invading my personal space. On the double plus side, I've just been told I need to learn to weave on the ginormous floor loom so that I can take over that part of the family business. First, though, I need to get my driving license. Which will probably be worked towards this weekend as I look for driving courses in the area that fit. Either that or I find none, then browbeat the boy into taking me out driving places once I get my learner's permit. Again. I have glasses already if I need them, so. Oogh. That was probably the kick in the pants I needed, but I should also be mindful that I don't need to drive immediately. Just. Get started and stop being afraid of it. God, I am so afraid of cars and driving on roads here. Especially where people don't know how to fucking merge.

Oogh. Right, I have really very little time left here at work, so I'm going to go do work things for the last bit of it. And then go home and be surly there. Yay surly! Meh.

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Okay, doing this now before it gets too late and I decide I'm too tired to do it. While dinner cooks and then while I eat dinner. Yes. Mmm sweet and sour chicken. Yay fake-Chinese food? Or fake food in general. It's pretty junky for a home cooked meal. And yet, I want some more. Rarr.

No quiero hacer mi tarea. Quiero saber TODOS LOS LENGUAJES sin estudiar. Quiero leer un libro en francés o español sin mirar un diccionario. Pero no. Necccesito estudiar. Y no escribir mis palabras con c's addicionales. ¡Y, mira! Estoy escribiendo mi diario en español.

And that's actually really funny looking when you put it in a translator and then translate it back into English, typos aside. All right, that's my language practice for tonight, time to write. Maybe if I write I'll unsurl a bit. Or maybe I should just go to bed earlier again tonight. Even earlier. Because by the time I've gone to sleep it's later. Sigh.

Dammit. I will not surl like this. I will concentrate on my achievements. I've done my languages, all of them. The overwhelming majority of my mistakes in languages were not ones of comprehension but of going too fast, not paying attention, which is rectifiable. And it's getting easier to form sentences and things. I practiced rattling off Spanish at speed and, apart from the irritation of not having the right keys on the keyboard, it's there. Rusty, but there. I did shipping, I did customer service emails, and I did not yell at the person who lectured me for three minutes on why 'Not a problem' is not an acceptable response to 'thank you'. (In case you were wondering it's because the subconscious brain apparently does not recognize the word 'not' or 'no,', so you're just saying 'problem', 'problem,' 'problem,' and 'you're welcome' would be more polite. Or something. Cue me being self-conscious about how I spoke on the phone for the rest of the day.)

I'm coming along well on getting my writing muscles back online. I did my exercises this morning. I went for a good long walk, my posture is improving or at least my mindfulness about it is. I ate healthy. So. I'm doing well. I can be graceful, I can be charming, and I can treat myself well. No need for surling.