December 13th, 2005

elijah

...and then the earth split open and spewed forth crackfic.

I very much wanted to write tonight, or at least answer some comments. But I'm tired. Pathetically tired. So I lay on my bed a while, then mindlessly played FreeCell a while, then a reread a handful of SGA stories. In my immediate future is more sleep...

...or so I thought. But I wrote those words forty-five minutes ago, then suddenly remembered that I'd been meaning to jot down notes about the insane storylines reeling through my head lately. So I wrote these and then looked at them and thought, yeah, you know what, you're never really going to write those, because YOU NEVER DO, and I'm going to bed now. So I'll post these and laugh and laugh and cry. And probably fall asleep thinking of very similar and equally dirty things.

SGA stories I'm not writing

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