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lierdumoaI had a very interesting night last night. It began when I decided to dose around 11:00. Didn't quite fall asleep before I realized I'd forgotten to do my 2 hour evening pot washing shift. So I went to my computer and told myself I'd do some vidding before I went to wash the pots. Only I didn't end up vidding, but reading bad Snarry fic.
I finally made it down to the kitchen at 1:20am to find that no one had done their pot shift all day and it was going to take me half an hour to clean out the rinse sink before I could even start washing the pots. I made myself a nice strong cup of Guatemalan coffee to keep awake.
When I was finished, I came back to my room, turned the light on dim since my roommate was sleeping, sat back down in front of my computer and proceeded to read Saiyuki fanfic. I got through half my favorite 393 when suddenly, inspiration struck.
So I logged on to TSHIRTHELL, went to the contests section of the website, and proceeded to submit the following idea: "plays well with others" in black, times new roman font; then, in red handwriting, like a teacher grading a typed paper, cross out "well" and write in "too much," cross out "others" and write in "self."
I then went back, got through the other half of my favorite 393 fic. Inspiration struck again, this time of the fandom variety. I spent the next two and a half hours writing a sex scene for my 393 sequel which I've so cleverly entitled, "He's Not Heavy: He's My Jailbait Boyfriend" Wherein there shall be much put-upon Sanzo. And sex. And put-upon Sanzo during sex. And limiter abuse. And idiotic villains. All that good crap.
And also sex.
Got to bed around 5:30am. Woke up around 10:30. It's a beautiful day.
Remember to bid!
I finally made it down to the kitchen at 1:20am to find that no one had done their pot shift all day and it was going to take me half an hour to clean out the rinse sink before I could even start washing the pots. I made myself a nice strong cup of Guatemalan coffee to keep awake.
When I was finished, I came back to my room, turned the light on dim since my roommate was sleeping, sat back down in front of my computer and proceeded to read Saiyuki fanfic. I got through half my favorite 393 when suddenly, inspiration struck.
So I logged on to TSHIRTHELL, went to the contests section of the website, and proceeded to submit the following idea: "plays well with others" in black, times new roman font; then, in red handwriting, like a teacher grading a typed paper, cross out "well" and write in "too much," cross out "others" and write in "self."
I then went back, got through the other half of my favorite 393 fic. Inspiration struck again, this time of the fandom variety. I spent the next two and a half hours writing a sex scene for my 393 sequel which I've so cleverly entitled, "He's Not Heavy: He's My Jailbait Boyfriend" Wherein there shall be much put-upon Sanzo. And sex. And put-upon Sanzo during sex. And limiter abuse. And idiotic villains. All that good crap.
And also sex.
Got to bed around 5:30am. Woke up around 10:30. It's a beautiful day.
Remember to bid!
