Dad gets his pacemaker tomorrow. Today. Whatever. I got him a little Cheer Bear plushie because I am that big of a dork.

On a “well isn’t that something” note, my DVD player does not want to work with the big TV in the living room, only the little TV downstairs. Veeeeeeery interesting….but stupid.

*sighs* I should start on my BT fic. Cause, seriously, the APG is going nowhere. Probably ever. Feh.

Greatest Journal is tempting me. Mainly because all those user pictures makes it the perfect fic journal for a psychotic fuck like me who tends to have great broad universes instead eeny beeny one-shots.

Of course, if my brain did work in one shots, I might actually get things done now and then.

I’m can’t believe I’m so late with my APG fic, man. Its. None of the muses want it. Or, really, none of them want to work at all. The only one who seems inclined to do anything is the Justin!muse, and he doesn’t seem to want any part of “Breathe.” He’s definitely waiting for something, tho. He’s been wanting me to come play with him since the Walk Away challenge. He’s shit out of luck, tho, because he is getting no time until I have done the APG and the BT, and Nick and Lance have already laid claim to the BT.

You want me to write you, Justin? Get your scrawny muse ass out here and give me a fic to go with “Breathe,” already.

Ransh. Nekkid. Speakin’ Russian. GUH.

I did not just enter to win Ransh’s used, atographed bath towel. I didn’t. …………………..shut up.

New layout at the homestead. My brain is insisting that this is going to be one of those layout’s that will only last a week….so it’ll probably still be up next September. RANSH! Where are you to SAVE US?! On the upside? The new 404’s pretty cool.

Altho. Probably cooler if you have the Troglodyte font installed. But, y’know, that way lies caring about how it looks to other people, and really, who’s got the energy for that?