So, I stayed up all night doing pretty much nothing, which I find very therapeutic. And then around 4am, I caught the “Weapon of Choice” video, which I love, as Chris Walken is both scary and cool, and he displays them both very well in that vid. Also, Fatboy Slim rocks.

After that, I felt almost cheerful, and I decided to try and help that feeling along, as it is a rare visitor to me, and one that tends to drastically under-stay its welcome. So I threw some TGIFriday’s potato skins in the oven, ripped open another Coke, and dug out my Letters ‘zine (still the best TPM fic ever written, thank you very much).

I think I finally passed out around seven, and when I woke up….my dad had turned on the AC. *glances around furtively* I think the world’s going to end. But that’s okay. I’ve got Meggy on the ICQ, cool air flowing, and plenty of Obi/Qui WAFF…dosed heavily with angst, danger, and h/c. And if heaven doesn’t allow slash and wicked digi-goth Snuzzy Nugs, that’s okay. I always figured I was going to hell, anyways. ^_^