Somebody saaaaaaaave me

So last night, faith_girl222 makes fan art for Go Out Swinging (which I'd totally show you, but I'm at work right now, so I don't have a link) and I was all, "Cool! I really should get the next chapter out and it's gonna be awesome!" And her picture was all inspiring and cool and then...

I stupidly clicked on my Buffy/Wes story and went, "Ooooh..." and the plotbunny waved back at me and it was very shiny. So I typed a little and reworked the totally twisted twistyness.

And then? Then the worst happened.

I wasn't doing anything wrong. I swear.

But a plotbunny came and bopped me on the head.

Because, a lot of S/R fic deals with the first kiss or the first time and what if it was the second kiss for them?

Because they couldn't remember who started the first one.

And what if it became the Great Battle for the Second Kiss and I used Olde English in my summary and Remus is confused and Sirius isn't being an ass and what if that terrifies Remus even more than if Sirius had hexed Snape into singing showtunes anytime he tried to talk and omgwibbleitwouldbesocuteandfunny

And p0rn, yo.

So yeah, brain melted. About to write more HP fic.

Send help. Or chocolate. Or porn.

Something.

Argh!

Plotbunny hopped away. It'll come by again at the worst possible moment. Just you wait and see.

So this week was like yeah. Tuesday was great, I mean, meeting up with people? Being social? Hearing Alley live? All fab.

Work is eh. And more eh. I'm a receptionist at a little lawfirm and I really, really can't wait for Vegas. Cuz vacation, yo. Yeah.

When school starts up (and man, it's really just over a month away, damn), I'll continue to work there, but my hours will be shortened a lot. And I'm thinking that I won't work on Tuesday from 11-3, which means I'll still have a huge gap between classes, but I can use that time to do homework. Which means I'll be surfing the net and writing p0rn.

Because I'm a great student like that. And yeah, it's my last yeah. Which means I'm totally fucked. I have no idea what I'll do once I graduate. I'd love to go to grad school but I have to pay my own way. (Looks at empty pockets.)

Well fuck that idea.

I mean, what can I offer? My mad editing skillz? Yeah, right. My wit? Not when I speak. My sparkling personality? Yeah, I'm Mary Fucking Sunshine over here.

So yeah, one year of school left. It went by much quicker than I thought it would. I have no idea what I want to do. I mean, I want to be a professional writer. But I honestly don't think I have what it takes to be one. And then I get depressed and write poetry. I *hate* writing poetry.

Okay, so lost a plotbunny, now am depressed about future, yeah, I'm my worst enemy sometimes.