I was going to say I remember when I liked mornings, but then I realized that wasn’t quite accurate. I remember when I liked the time of day I got up. It wasn’t mornings.
Yes, I do comprehend that some people like mornings. But I ask you. Must we have one every damn day?
No, I didn’t write much of anything yesterday, either. Read a lot of fanfic, though. I’m off the more well-traveled sites now, and it’s not good. Yesterday I found an hysterically funny one, but didn’t realize until too late that it wasn’t FINISHED!!!
Ever wonder what happens when four assassins, all having a bad morning, get startled? Yeah, it was funny as hell. You won’t ever see THAT in the show, I guarantee!
Babble, babble. Guess I’m still not in the mood to write. I’m going to have to get over that. I have done some (read “very distracted and not really qualifying as effort”) work. I’m trying to get a little more sarcastic so I can write Ben better. Only, he’s not exactly sarcastic–it’s hard to describe. And it’s hard for me to do.
BJ says when I say, or she sees, “Sher,” she thinks of Cher, the singer. Which I thought was good, since one of my Sher’s problems is he is often mistaken for a woman, but I’ve decided it’s not good after all. So I guess I’ll change it. Gee, a couple more hours spent wandering baby-name sites instead of doing actual work. How will I stand it.
[censored] I have to go do something. If I let this go on, it’ll be another damn week before I can hope to turn things around.