It's Monday... *grrrrr*

*yawns* I feel like I didn't get enough sleep last night. Went to bed at 12pm, didn't actually fall asleep until 1.30am, and then woke up at 3.30am and 5.40am. Also dreamed that my brother and mother started snubbing me because I was spending too much time online. Odd.

You know, I've just suddenly had the realisation that I have four challenges to write fic for (Te's sex pollen challenge, the flight/air plane challenge, Celli's taxfic challenge, and the remix-redux fic), and two birthday fics to finish. And I've just promised to trade shellah fic for fic (specifically, 25K words of a SN longfic).

I'm starting to wonder when I lost my sanity. If anyone sees my missing marbles, could you please return them to me?

How can we tell it's a Monday?

Left the house at 7.30am. Just got into work at 9.50am.

A train got stuck between stations and the morning trains got cancelled (with no information on how long the delays were, just advice to find "other modes of transport"). The boomgates across the train tracks were somehow also affected, causing delays in the buses, but I got a bus to Footscray station and then a train into the city.

Of course, I also realised that I left my phone at home, meaning that I couldn't call work at 8.30am and let them know I was coming late.

Have I mentioned my lack of love for Mondays yet?

Hee!

Inclinations: JC and Lance trapped in an elevator.

"Still wouldn't be as bad as that week on the bus in '99." Lance shuddered delicately.

"The Starland Vocal Band week?" Lance nodded. "I'm still not sure I've forgiven Chris for that."

Bwahahahahaa! I am *so* amused.

SN fics I won't write.

- Casey complaining about Tom Waits being depressing and Dan saying that he hasn't experienced it in the right atmosphere. Just an excuse to write porn with a Tom Waits soundtrack. *g*

- A fic based around this picture because it makes me squirm... *raowr* I'm just imagining it as a magazine photo shoot, and Casey... Casey talking it down after it happens, and saying that he spent all of this time being told how to sit, and where to put his hands, and it was embarrassing and awkward, and a waste of time. And Dan being totally blown away by the finished photo when it's published. (Yes, this idea would probably end in smut too.)

Of course, it's not as if I'm actually writing at the moment anyway. I'm squeeing over Queer Eye instead. *g*