Nobody asked for it, but hell, here it is anyway: a little piece of the Mozzie/Neal fic I should have finished a month ago.

( in which it is really freaking cold out )

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The health care bill passed.

Without a single Republican vote... so fuck all of them! :D

Seriously, the shit I have been hearing about the tea bagger douchebags has just infuriated me beyond the point of no return. If they don't want to be civil, they can eat shit and die. :D But you know what, they'll all be able to go to the hospital, so maybe they won't die.


Mmm. Now I'm too worked up to sleep. Not good, I have a test tomorrow morning-- which all the information in the packet we were supposed to study from? Not actually information. A bunch of "are you an addict/alcoholic?" tests and some letters to the rehab version of Ann Landers. FUCKING USELESS, THANKS, PROF. A+ job on preparing us for anything, there. I foresee this test being more about the steps of Narcotics Anonymous than the difference between opiods and hallucinogens or what a depressant does or, you know, SOMETHING ACTUALLY ABOUT DRUGS.

...ooh, and I thought I was worked-up happy, but apparently I'm still mostly worked-up pissed-off. Not good not good not good.

To bed.

First anyway, and then up tomorrow (not at crack of dawn thank goodness) to finish up last-minute packing, love on my dogs, make sure my too-tired son goes to school (they got back from Italy today), and then head for the airport and for the UK at last.

I never did finish the last of the travel posts from the July trip (had one left, the Brecon Beacons) so will start out with that last one first before sharing more adventures.

This trip though, I am leaving the computer behind. I need a break. Work is so computer-intensive for me these days that the thought of two weeks without having to stare at a computer screen for hours on end, and stare at the beautiful countryside around me instead, has me so excited and full of...I don't know, just yes that I know I won't miss it at all. Not one wit.

I will have my itouch to touch base where there is wifi but that will be severely restricted, email only, and maybe that hardly at all. Likely. No twitter, no lj, no no no. It'll be good to concentrate on the world around me and especially the person I am with for awhile.

I'll be carrying a pen and a fresh notebook, however, and will see what kind of words I might be able to find to put on the page. We have addresses, and given how bad we both were about Christmas cards, hope (no, WILL) be sending postcards out to those whose addresses we already have.

And, we'll have our cameras! Lots of picture-taking to come, without doubt, and I hope that we'll find something new and interesting and exciting to take pictures of. There is rain expected, bah humbug, but so what. We'll be in Wales! London! TOGETHER!

So goodbye for now, flisties! I am off to refill the well. It needs it, bad.

Couple of things for amand_r and cruentum's sweet and sad Factory Settings, ep 5 of the VS on tw_itallchanges.

Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy :) ( art )

Oh. Today is apparently WIP Amnesty day. So I will post part of my favorite scene from this Chuck fic that has eaten my brain because seriously in what universe is it okay to think about writing porn while watching TV with a person you're not attracted to? YES I WAS THAT BORED

( did someone call IT? )


If anyone expresses interest, I'll actually turn on my netbook and post a snippet of that Neal/Mozzie fic I started in January.

One of the things I pride myself on is my active and vivid imagination.




I cannot imagine any circumstance in which kissing Matt would be worth the complete and utter awkwardness such an act would result in.

We watched the first six episodes of Dead Like Me, which was entertaining but not one of the many series holding my interest at the moment, had dinner in the living room with Julia and my father, and then went for a walk around the neighborhood with Julia and the dogs... and then I couldn't get him to leave quickly enough. I feel kind of bad kicking someone out of my house, but oh my god, most awkward "time for you to go" ever. With my dad listening four feet away.

How long do you have to try to fall for someone before you can give it up as something that's just not going to happen?


Ugh. Now I have to study for my stupid Drugs, Alcohol and Tobacco test, and I have to lay out an outfit that'll be appropriate for having lunch with the head of Wells's Psych department, and I would really be thrilled if I could finish this story so I could post it tomorrow, but I don't see all three of those things happening and the one I most want to do is the one that needs to be sacrificed. :/