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Ow.
Let me say that again.
Ow.
I am in pain. Make that I *was* in excruciating pain and I took a muscle relaxant, so now it's pain that can't decide if it wants to party and giggle, or just melt and become one with the couch.
Writing anything resembling a coherent section of one of my fics is proving impossible since the blue moon hanging over the circus tent wants roses and chocolates, or else it's going to shoot Lex's 1959 classic Ferrari.
No, that's not right, Ollie Queen wants to seduce Clark on a talent search for the hottest new porn star, and Lex is so pissed off about it that he's going to wrap red and green kryptonite around Kal-El's wrist and make him confess that he's an alien sent to Earth to have assbabies with Lex while hanging on the trapeze.
Hmmm. I think I'll go hit the Random button on SSA. Makes about as much sense as anything else to the swiss-cheesed organ formally known as my brain. Whee!
ETA: No, I've decided to demonstrate how to 'stumble off to bed'. At 8:15PM. God, I'm getting old. Are milk and cookies before my afternoon nap the next step on my downward slide? Oy.
Let me say that again.
Ow.
I am in pain. Make that I *was* in excruciating pain and I took a muscle relaxant, so now it's pain that can't decide if it wants to party and giggle, or just melt and become one with the couch.
Writing anything resembling a coherent section of one of my fics is proving impossible since the blue moon hanging over the circus tent wants roses and chocolates, or else it's going to shoot Lex's 1959 classic Ferrari.
No, that's not right, Ollie Queen wants to seduce Clark on a talent search for the hottest new porn star, and Lex is so pissed off about it that he's going to wrap red and green kryptonite around Kal-El's wrist and make him confess that he's an alien sent to Earth to have assbabies with Lex while hanging on the trapeze.
Hmmm. I think I'll go hit the Random button on SSA. Makes about as much sense as anything else to the swiss-cheesed organ formally known as my brain. Whee!
ETA: No, I've decided to demonstrate how to 'stumble off to bed'. At 8:15PM. God, I'm getting old. Are milk and cookies before my afternoon nap the next step on my downward slide? Oy.