yeahhhh.

You know, sometimes I see a story posted that's all loopy! happy! schmoop! and off-the-cuff, and then the author's LJ mood says: "Cranky." Or, "Blank," or "Depressed." And sometimes I think huh but in fact that makes perfect sense when you think about it, and tonight's one of those nights that proves that. :P

But I'm not going to give plaintive little mewling cries tonight. I'm just going to huddle in my bathrobe and watch the worst possible TV I can find and think chocolate and popcorn thoughts. And it occurs to me that while I'm doing this, you could all be writing me ~~comment fic~~ scrabbles! About Girl!John and Femme!Rodney, and slavery and wacky misunderstandings! Not that I'm requesting it. I'm, let's say, *inviting* it. It's merely a suggestion, a strenuous suggestion made with a faint tremor of strain in my hoarse voice (*small sickly cough*), and a mad, pointed gleam in my haunted, shadowed eyes.

This could work, she thinks. Show them the kitten. Make them all stare at the kitten. See the kitten. Feel the guilt. Feel the compulsion. You are falling under the spell of the kitten....

yeahhhh.

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