Feh

Feh, I say. FEH!

Don't want to do the laundry. It's sitting in the middle of the room, staring at me. I wonder if I can win this staring contest. I'm trying to use the excuse of not being able to go down to do the laundry because I'm only in my dressing gown, but I know this is a weak excuse, since there's a pair of pyjama bottoms just over there, in the not-dirty laundry. The problem is that they are the ONLY clean pyjama bottoms right now. The rest are sitting in the pile of laundry that's still staring at me, and will not go away on its own, no matter how much I ask it to.




But Ryan's asked me to do it today, so I guess I'd better. I'll start in a bit.

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Seriously lacking in inspiration today. I have plenty of ideas, but I cannot make the words come. Halp!



Also, this fill that I am ostensibly working on right now (and I say ostensibly, since I've put down maybe 100 words over the last three days) will, should I ever manage to finish it, likely top 15k. I do not think I will be posting this in comment form. I'll still post it to the ficmeme in question, but in the form of a link that leads to my fic journal.