Fannish productiveness

Oh, my god. Do you realise that during the month of February I posted 8 fics to inthetallgrass. That's like... more than I've written ever.

And in January, I posted 9 (but two were previously written fics that hadn't been posted across).

And, I'm currently editing two fics to send off for beta, have one three in beta, and am writing two (there's another one, but that's a little stalled) and co-writing one with Celli. Officially, an average of two fics a week is just *freaky*.

And, regardless of this, I still think shellah should take a good long look at this pic and write. Or, she could just take a good long look at the picture. That's lots of fun too. *drools*

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Went to bed late. It's always a bad sign if I was awake to watch Zoe, Duncan, Jack and... (you know the MR sitcom I'm talking about). On the one side, it results in me going to bed at 2am. On the other side, I got to watch MR in glasses and a leather jacket.

All the same, slept through my alarm this morning. Woke up groggy, with a headache and sniffles, and thought about blowing off work. (Then, I remembered there's some stuff I promised to have ready today and I'm trying to only take one sick day a month.)

Still, considering I didn't wake up until 7.45am, I got to work at 9.30am, which isn't bad. (Normally, the alarm goes off at 6.30am, and I'm in at 9am.) But, I currently have the headache from hell. *waits for painkillers to kick in*

It's mine, all mine!

laylee wrote me SN fic!

Dan ordering more than he can eat, Casey stealing his fries, semi-public almost sex and reassurance that everyone loves pie! *squees*

It's my fic (written for me!), but if you're nice, and send Laylee feedback, I'll let you read Prehensile too.

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Best thing about fandom is the extra fun it adds to the mundane world. It's the little stuff, like noticing that RMIT has a "Casey Wing" that amuses the hell out of me.

Bought the last uni book I need, so no excuses not to study on Monday (public holiday). Also, stopped by the Queer Space at lunch, and was reading through ... (I have a mental blank on the name but it's the Melbourne GLBTI newspaper), and there was this little fluff piece on what a guy's underwear says about him. I'll type it up when I get home, because it made me think of Casey and Dan, and giggle.

I can't believe I'm coming down sick.

To quote Dan, "This bites!"

I'm headachey, I feel hot, I'm tired and I'm cranky. And in case I didn't mention it, my head is *pounding*. This sucks!

I'm cranky, and I hate the world, because I'm coming down sick on the Friday before a long weekend. This bites.

Not only is it a long weekend, it's a fannish weekend. I was planning to spend Saturday indulging in slasher company, SN, pizza and alcohol. And Laylee even offered to bring pie.

This totally bites.

I don't know what to do. I *should* spend the next three days in bed, do my uni reading and get better, but then I miss out on the aforementioned SN fun. Alternatively, I could be totally rude and inconsiderate, and take Cold&Flu tablets and show up secretly sick.

I'm trying to work out if my love of SN outweighs my social conscience.

And, even though I'm sick, I got a *tiny* bit of the homophobic fic done, but saving it to disk is far too hard. Hence, I'll stick it here.( I can't believe I'm sick... *grrrr* )

(I think I'll go to bed earlyish, and spend the morning in bed, and see if just rest can kick this thing to the curb.)

ETA: laylee's sick too. In that case, I'm definitely coming. I'm following Casey's example and playing through the pain (or, partying through the pain, as the case may be).

Mum update

Just got a call from Mum. ( ... )

Meanwhile, I'm sick but I've got painkillers and cold&flu tablets, so I'm not feeling too bad. I also bought myself one of those tubes of mashed up garlic, and have been having garlic toast. It's totally killed the sore throat.

(And, I spotted blue drinks, so I bought them for tomorrow night. I *enjoy* a theme.)