I hope I feel better tomorrow because I even skipped gym today because I seriously felt ungainly just walking around, I don't want to know what it would feel like to attempt to run for thirty minutes.
My Big Bang story? 17,190 words. God, I need to write a thousand more words tomorrow even if I'm zonked out of my mind. Maybe it'll make the story better because Sam's scenes are sucking out all the funny. Plus, I realized that I totally shove all the exposition in Sam dialogue. Poor boy. Meanwhile Dean's off having sugar highs, suffering from caffience withdrawals, touching candles to sex gods (for reals!), and engaging in some bondage. With a Sam-assist there, so it's not all bad for Sam.
He does get to use his Puppy Dog Eyes a couple times in the story and they do work, so go him.
Neither of the Boys are getting laid in the story. 'Tis sad.
My Daemon is Remus. Okay, it's Remis, but still! Heh.
Don't worry, I won't treat you as horribly as I did to one Remus J. Lupin.
I already want to apologize for including this in my rambling post of rambles, but I must say it now before the delirium takes a hold:
To my dear, dear nariya, Happy Birthday, sweetheart.
We've known each other for a long time and you're one of the kindest people I've ever had the pleasure to befriend. *Huge hugs for you on this day*
And because this is over the internet, you will not catch my cold. :-)