Okay.

I've managed a little over 500 words tonight on the cya_ficathon backup fic. Go, me. I've moved my plot forward microscopically. Where it's going is anyone's guess.

You know--writing fluff every once in awhile would be...nice. *sighs and hurts Spike--again*

I will not feed my cast-iron kink.

I will not feed my cast-iron kink.

I will not feed my cast-iron kink...

Okay.

I've managed a little over 500 words tonight on the cya_ficathon backup fic. Go, me. I've moved my plot forward microscopically. Where it's going is anyone's guess.

You know--writing fluff every once in awhile would be...nice. *sighs and hurts Spike--again*

I will not feed my cast-iron kink.

I will not feed my cast-iron kink.

I will not feed my cast-iron kink...

Housework...

I will freely admit that I am probably the world's worst hausfrau. I hate housework, I try to get away with doing as little of it as possible, and, yes, my house suffers for it.

That being said, sometimes I get a bug up my butt and actually work hard on it. My kitchen is clean, my downstairs bathroom is ridiculously clean (how do walls get spots on them?), my floors are clean.

I still need to clean my upstairs bathrooms. I should dust--if I could find my feather duster. The Black Hole of Scariness next to my side of the couch is still, alas, a Black Hole of Scariness.

And now my back hurts. Bugger.

Housework...

I will freely admit that I am probably the world's worst hausfrau. I hate housework, I try to get away with doing as little of it as possible, and, yes, my house suffers for it.

That being said, sometimes I get a bug up my butt and actually work hard on it. My kitchen is clean, my downstairs bathroom is ridiculously clean (how do walls get spots on them?), my floors are clean.

I still need to clean my upstairs bathrooms. I should dust--if I could find my feather duster. The Black Hole of Scariness next to my side of the couch is still, alas, a Black Hole of Scariness.

And now my back hurts. Bugger.