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So, I'm already over the minimum word count for my Yuletide assignment fic and.... it's totally not what I got matched for. It's for the other fandom requested that I knew, was familiar with, could totally write that for oh my god I've only been steeping myself in that fandom for a while. I mean, I've got bunnies for both, but this is just hilariously ridiculous. But then again, if I'm right and I get a draft to my beta by the end of this week/beginning of next, that's one thing down. I have the feeling this recipient is going to get All The Fic. And then, you know, there's Nano, too. But YULETIDE. Yuletide Yuletide Yuletide. And my inability to write short fic ever.

Also I have no idea why my brain abruptly seized upon Bane (movie-version, that is) this morning and decided we needed to cuddle and fix him. I blame the fact that that bit about "now is not the time for fear" made it into a recaplysis this weekend. I swear, the line was right there. Anyway. Other stuff to write. Besides, getting anything involving Bane to a point where he would let anyone other than Herself cuddle and fix him would take a novel. Or two.

So, we got linked from one of the in-character Haven twitters again over the weekend. Dave's, this time. The scarier part is that it seems to be sort of an in-character dialogue/response to my tweeting him about "hey, we got a suspect for your break-in." The even scarier part is that the link I sent the Teagues' in-character accounts is not the one that was linked in his kind-of reply, that was a whole other one we never tweeted at them. Anyway, this resulted in beating our previous hits-in-a-day record, and now we're kind of torn between diving under the bunker and planning the future of our blog. Holy shit.

Took a bunch of stuff over to the house yesterday! Two trips, cleaned out the spare room, cleaned out a bunch of other boxes, my god I never realized how much damn stuff we have. Clipped off some of the dead bits of some of the plants, watered those, most things seem to be thriving! Or at least, have parts that are thriving. And we peeled yet more wallpaper off of around where the heating pipes are going to be encased. Oi, that house. And its wallpaper and its stupid painted paneling. Ugh.

I'm wearing one of my new shirts today! And trying not to freak out over the photos I took over the weekend no you don't get to see them. And. There's all kinds of body related stuff here I will spare you. Suffice to say, this cycle is not being nice. Play nice, body. Or I'll replace you with a very small shell script. And a robot.

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Only another hour or so before I can go home and change into sweatpants that don't feel weird on my menstrually bloated body and curl up and maybe sleep until this phase of the biological cycle is over.

So, got home, did some housecleaning and lost and found a cat a couple of times, and now am comfortably settled in watching V for Vendetta, like you do when it's the 5th of November and suddenly a lot of the hyperbole in that movie doesn't seem quite so hyperbolic, and it's not even your own country's history anyway. Well, not directly. And yet I can kind of see things heading that way. Well, the V for Vendetta direction, not the way of the circumstances that led to Guy Fawkes' little escapade.

Of course, now that I have fifty things to write I've been bunnied again for a Talia and Bane and Bruce AU where Thomas Wayne somehow manages to find Talia and Bane shortly after the Pit and fixes Bane up (or at least starts to) and protects them both and starts them on LOADS OF THERAPY THAT THEY SO SORELY NEED and, well, you know. And. Things. And now it's gnawing at my brain and it won't go away.

Nano first, though. Or Anna will kill me.