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Jan. 1st, 2006 05:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeOogh. Still sleepy. Exhausted, really, except I can't nap any more today or I'll never keep my sleep schedule regular. Most likely it's going to be exercise and some bad dancing for me. Something to keep my blood up. Then writing and then perhaps an early bedtime. Heh.
Dog tried to eat my Christmas socks. Damn you, dog.
I was supposed to write a Dark Tower fic only I wasn't because I'd already done Dark Tower for the BDL and now I can't be arsed to go back and see what the hell it was. Moo. I shall ask. And upon recieving an answer I shall go ICKYICKYICKYICKYICKY. And then write it anyway. Because lo, I am the silly. Also the foolish. Hmm. How the hell should I go about doing this, now. I suppose I could write it exactly the way someone suspects I want to write it. Except that's not the right pairing, but close enough. Similar. Metaphorical. And lo, I was cryptic, and it was good.
New Year's Eve was good. I made sopapillas, which were a pretty good hit. Not as in demand as I expected due to everyone and their son bringing food. Next year I'll know better, since the ingredients are easier to carry up and more reusable than two big bowls of dough. But it was fun. We played Cranium, a game of mostly answering random weird trivia questions, charades, and spelling things. Or knowing what the words mean. My team totally kicked ass at the charades and the spelling. Well, my teammates kicked ass at the charades and I kicked ass at the word things because lo. I am girl of huge vocabulary and many languages.
Then we all sat around, watched Return of the King, and rather perfunctorily turned over to Dick Clark five minutes before midnight. Said the countdown and then turned it back to the DVD. Not that we were seriously watching, it mostly involved comments like "Made his listen, failed his spot" when Frodo got stung by Shelob, something about Sam having a +2 sword of Orc slaying and detection. Eowyn having a Vorpal sword. Crap like that.
Right. Dinner soon, so ... meh. Time ... no, I'm not going to write these two stories before dinner. I'll get them done after. Hah. Still have some reading to do for the second one. Still tired. But, all in all. A good last year. A good start (barring the nightmares) to the new year.
To-Write Queue
1.Roland/Jake
2. From Hell (BDL)
3.Teen Titans, Beast Boy (BDL)
4. Daemon/Lucivar
Dog tried to eat my Christmas socks. Damn you, dog.
I was supposed to write a Dark Tower fic only I wasn't because I'd already done Dark Tower for the BDL and now I can't be arsed to go back and see what the hell it was. Moo. I shall ask. And upon recieving an answer I shall go ICKYICKYICKYICKYICKY. And then write it anyway. Because lo, I am the silly. Also the foolish. Hmm. How the hell should I go about doing this, now. I suppose I could write it exactly the way someone suspects I want to write it. Except that's not the right pairing, but close enough. Similar. Metaphorical. And lo, I was cryptic, and it was good.
New Year's Eve was good. I made sopapillas, which were a pretty good hit. Not as in demand as I expected due to everyone and their son bringing food. Next year I'll know better, since the ingredients are easier to carry up and more reusable than two big bowls of dough. But it was fun. We played Cranium, a game of mostly answering random weird trivia questions, charades, and spelling things. Or knowing what the words mean. My team totally kicked ass at the charades and the spelling. Well, my teammates kicked ass at the charades and I kicked ass at the word things because lo. I am girl of huge vocabulary and many languages.
Then we all sat around, watched Return of the King, and rather perfunctorily turned over to Dick Clark five minutes before midnight. Said the countdown and then turned it back to the DVD. Not that we were seriously watching, it mostly involved comments like "Made his listen, failed his spot" when Frodo got stung by Shelob, something about Sam having a +2 sword of Orc slaying and detection. Eowyn having a Vorpal sword. Crap like that.
Right. Dinner soon, so ... meh. Time ... no, I'm not going to write these two stories before dinner. I'll get them done after. Hah. Still have some reading to do for the second one. Still tired. But, all in all. A good last year. A good start (barring the nightmares) to the new year.
To-Write Queue
1.
2. From Hell (BDL)
3.
4. Daemon/Lucivar