My jaw keeps on cracking. This is worrisome. I just reread Parts while running through my .txt copy of it. Turns out I start hating my own fic within like two months. By September, expect me to rant on how much I hate Perversions and how stupid I was for attempting crossdressing and kinkfic and I should go live in the shed, like a frelling animal.
The frell is because I've decided to rewatch S3 of Farscape. My lovely, lovely Farscape.
My angsty emo-ness has ebbed a whole hell of a lot. This is good.
Yet I still whine.
I'm sorry, I really should think about the shed, if it wasn't THUNDERING outside like crazy.