*yawn*

[out_there]

I dislike being woken up from vivid dreams. Damn it, I was shopping with Cordy and the alarm went off before I got to try on a ridiculously expensive dress. On the other hand, there's no more setting fire to a building with Justin (QaFUS), or practicing 1800s dancing at some private school, or running away from Drusilla and staking the kiddie vamps she made (and running to Angel screaming "Drusilla! Under the bridge! Help!")

Umm... yes. Vivid and *weird* snatches of dreams left in my head. *yawn* Which doesn't explain why I'm so tired. Damnit, I got about 7 hours of sleep. Why do I feel as if I got only got 4?

ETA: I shouldn't whine, because I know Celli got less. *kicks sleepy self*

ETA2: Huh. I woke up to no emails.

*pokes hotmail*
*no emails appear*

Fine. I get the hint. I'm going to take a shower now.

Comments

[celli]

I got...okay, 6 1/2. But I woke myself up, so I think I just slept hard. Go ahead and complain, I feel great. :)

*hugs*

[out-there.livejournal.com]

*scowls at you* You know, being chirpy in the morning is not something I generally approve of.

[celli]

But I'm being chirpy at 5 PM. That's okay, right?

[out-there.livejournal.com]

*headdesk*

Oh, yes. Time differences. You're not being chirpy on Monday morning - you're being chirpy on Sunday afternoon. That's totally acceptable.

In fact, that should even be encouraged.

[celli]

All right then. :)

Hey, I can't find your post with all those SN S1 notes you took. Did you have the job titles for everyone? I need it for a fic.

[out-there.livejournal.com]

No, it didn't have titles.

*thinks*

Dana is executive producer, Natalie is associate producer. Um... Jeremy's some kind of producer, but I don't know what.

*thinks some more*

Um, try checking that SN transcripts site and skimming through Jeremy's first letter to Louise (Dear Louise). He *might* mention proper titles there.

[celli]

Score!

*kisses you hard*

*goes off to finish story*

[out-there.livejournal.com]

*wanders around in a kiss daze*

Huh. I should help you more often...

[phoebesmum.livejournal.com]

Punchline of v old joke: "... and to my son, Jeffrey - I promised your mother I'd mention you in my will, and so, hello there, Jeffrey!"

No emails at all probably preferable, at least until I finally manage to cheer the fuck up, but that may be some time.

Um ... morning?

[out-there.livejournal.com]

No emails at all probably preferable, at least until I finally manage to cheer the fuck up, but that may be some time.

Aw... *pets you* That's no good.

[phoebesmum.livejournal.com]

I'm kicking myself hard and yelling "Get OVER it!" but the message isn't getting through.

Eventually either I'll see sense (h'm, there's a first time for everything!), or something nice'll happen to cheer me up, or someone will sneak a large dose of Prozac into my tea or something, and all will be well again. Until the next time!

... so, did any SN fiction happen over the weekend ...?

!! A MOTH just landed right by my hand!! Dana? Fish? Ha! I'll show you phobic!

[out-there.livejournal.com]

... so, did any SN fiction happen over the weekend ...?

Some got written, with porn, but not finished. Hmmm... on the other hand, I am (in between running around and cursing my to-do list, and being kept on hold) working on the next section of the Choose Your Own Adventure fic. So, how about a sneak peak?

***

Dan stared at Casey. In fact, he didn't just stare, he Stared. It was intense enough to deserve a capital.

Casey managed to last a minute and then he started babbling. "Danny, I know it sounds stupid, but Melissa made some good points, and going on the occasional date with a wannabe actress isn't a crime. Or if it is it's in no penal code that I've heard of."

Danny kept staring.

"And it was completely innocent," Casey continued earnestly. "Well, maybe not from her viewpoint, but it was from mine. I explained to her that Melissa set up a blind date but that I was interested in someone else, and she took it very well. Considering."

"Considering?"

"Considering that it took me two dates to explain it?" Casey tried hopefully.

"Two dates."

"Yeah."

"You spent two dates with her *before* mentioning that you weren't actually interested in her?"

Casey twisted his hands in his lap. "Nothing happened, Danny. It was just getting together for drinks, and then having a meal together."

Danny sighed. He knew from experience that regardless of how tempting Casey's kisses were, Casey still believed in the archaic idea of waiting until the third date. "So, you spent two dates with her, and on the third, you told you weren't interested. Because that's the type of thing you'd have to tell a girl in person."

Casey nodded. "Yeah."

"That doesn't explain why you still saw her another two times."

"Ah…" Casey shrugged uncomfortably. "That's where the publicity thing comes into it."

"And the shark in prada heels?"

"Melissa," Casey corrected absentmindedly.

"But it was her idea? Not only did she set you up on a blind date, she also encouraged you to keep seeing someone you clearly weren't interested in? Have I mentioned how much I love that woman?"

"Not recently."

"That would be because I *don't*," Dan replied curtly.

"Ah."

"I know you're," Dan paused. He was going to say too private, but changed his mind. "Not quite pigheaded enough to do this just for the sake of getting your name in the tabloids."

***

[phoebesmum.livejournal.com]

Ah, an excellent start to the day. Or, well, not 'start' exactly, 'start' was an extra half-hour on the Tube because of a security alert in the City ...

Thank you!

[celli]

How 'bout some sillyfic to improve your day?