I should be exhausted. I stuffed and taped and otherwise mangled, mutilated and abused at least 500 envelopes today. I hauled stuff I don’t want left in my office for a month home. I went to karate. I fixed dinner. I wrote, and wandered off and stumbled on an hysterical Weiss Kreuz/something I don’t know fanfic, and then wandered back and wrote some more.
Er–before I forget, Visitors was the name of it, and it’s on a site that–heck. Maybe I’ll find it and post it. OMG I laughed so hard, especially at them sedating Aya…
Sedation is good for Aya. Everybody’s gotta relax sometimes, and he doesn’t know how.
Anyway. It’s one in the morning. I should have crashed hours ago. I’m mad I didn’t, since this will probably screw up my day tomorrow. But I’m just not sleepy! Normally I’d have been seeing my little road Martian buddies hours ago, but they haven’t shown up.
So now I’m going to bed when I’m not tired. How frightening is that?
I’ll do a word count tomorrow, I swear. If I go back to it now I might stay up another hour or three, and that would really mess things up. Especially if I decided to go find that fanfic to link to, as well…
Night, all.