Well. Huh. How 'bout that.

Hey. I just finished that damned RPS fic. Maybe the fecking bunny will leave me alone now.

It's not a brilliant fic. It's missing... something. Not sure what. I'll sleep on it, look it over again tomorrow, then maybe send it off to beta. ::sigh:: I hate it when fics don't turn out quite right. Well, at least I didn't waste a month on this one.

insert rant here

...about perfect schedules. And how natural law states that they MUST be fucked up, somehow. And internships that may or may not materialize, but only if I take Italian instead of Asian Civ. And two-hour-long lines in front of the programming office. And waking up at six in the friggin' morning tomorrow in the hopes of having some sort of course to go to, which may or may not be the one I'll be attending that time on Friday or next week or next month. Gah.

On the plus (?) side, am trading in dubious pleasure of controlling [read: having minor input on] Tari's grades for that of scaring the bejeezus out of twelve-year-olds. Heh.

Fragment

Because this just popped into my head, and insisted I write it down. Dunno whether it'll ever work its way into a fic or not. But. Yes. Because it insisted.

( Sean A. fragment )