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- I'm starting to develop a twitch whenever I get a 'cannot connect' message when tooling around LJ.
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spn_cinema?? I even started the story and then it just... fell out of my brain or something. It's due in a week and I want to get it done but I'm not sure it's possible. If only it was due after the weekend and not on Friday so I had some solid writing time. /mopes
- 1 Charity fic done and dusted. 2 to go. I'm enjoying the SPN/SGA crossover. I pretty much forgot that I'd just abandoned everyone to the beta site at the end of the last story and then left them there because I'd always been planning to write more.
- Big Bang will have to be a massive writing marathon-style push over my holidays. Losing 2 weeks to a sprained wrist really just made a huge old dent in my ability to get things done. Bah.
- How did I completely forget about
spn_cinema?? I even started the story and then it just... fell out of my brain or something. It's due in a week and I want to get it done but I'm not sure it's possible. If only it was due after the weekend and not on Friday so I had some solid writing time. /mopes- 1 Charity fic done and dusted. 2 to go. I'm enjoying the SPN/SGA crossover. I pretty much forgot that I'd just abandoned everyone to the beta site at the end of the last story and then left them there because I'd always been planning to write more.
- Big Bang will have to be a massive writing marathon-style push over my holidays. Losing 2 weeks to a sprained wrist really just made a huge old dent in my ability to get things done. Bah.
"I'm bored."
"Does telling me that every twelve seconds help?" Sam asks, finally sounding irked which is what Dean was aiming for. He looks at Sam upside down from his bed, sitting at the metal table and chair balanced on its hind legs. Dean likes the constants about Sam, how he'd outgrown human-sized furniture at age sixteen and could only sit on a chair with his feet flat without his knees up around his ears if the seat was slanted up.
Stuff that didn't change with their zip code.
"Why is it-" Sam continues, "That we're in a different galaxy and I'm still stuck sharing a tiny room with you?"