Heads you Live, Tails you Die

• I think I need to buy a teapot. They’re so cute and it would save me all the hassle of having to boil up the kettle each time and find the teabags and wait hours for it to brew. But, then there’d be hassle with finding loose tea and remembering to strain it, wouldn’t there. Oh, and also with the part where tea is my I-want-to-go-home-and-curl-up-under-the-duvet-with-my-teddy-bear comfort drink, so buying a teapot is a bit like tempting fate. Oh. Maybe not buying a teapot then. But they’re so cute!
  
  
• I am so hungry! I’ve been carb-loading out of habbit all week, so I stopped today (and only ate a few slices of pizza, because I’m sensible like that). But now I’m craving pasta and bread and I’m all out of Nutri-Grain bars for bulk. *sighs* I’m going to get back into long runs just so I can eat properly again.
  
  
• I have become nocturnal once again. It happens. I’m used to it. I work nights in the holidays in any case. It still makes me cross that people have decided I am lazy because I work ten hour shifts that finish at 0200hrs and don’t then get up at 0600hrs. I have nothing to be awake for at that time, why should I deprive myself of desperately needed sleep?
  
  
• Writing is not going well. I had a sudden burst of inspiration at 0300hrs a few days ago, and now there are three four rounds_of_kink prompts on the go, but I keep stuttering to a halt in the middle of them. Tyler keeps being a rag-doll; Pogue’s far too invested in Caleb’s welfare to notice Tyler being all wet and adorable in an otherwise empty hot tub; Nate can’t decide what he was wearing before he ended up in Brad’s kitchen and therefore can’t work out whether he can run home or not; and Reid is being Reid and refusing to speak to me at all. Boys! *throws hands up in despair*
  
  
• I have worked out what was upsetting me so much about the almost-wank in the GK fandom. I’m going to think about it some more, and then try and do something constructive about it. I hate wank so much!
  
  
• Also for the GK fandom, I think we need a massive rec list that details everything written so far. Then it could be a first port of call when people are looking for a fic and can’t remember what it was called. I know alethialia did one a while ago, and there’s the Porn Skirmish and also the Porn Battle… Am I missing something big? I need to make a list I think.
  
  
• There is no rugby now until November. On the one hand, that gives everyone much-needed recovery time. On the other hand, I’m bored already. Somehow, England seem to still be in the World Cup. I don’t know how that happened but I would very much like my television back please. Oh, and I would also like to be allowed not to be English. Some of us that live here actually have a heritage, difficult as that may be to comprehend.
  
  
• Umm… How beautiful is Ed Westwick!? I must catch up on Gossip Girl…

… and none of them will go down on paper (or, only at inappropriate moments, like wanting to write Happy!Parker/Elliot whilst talking on the bus *facepalm*).

Yesterday I spent four hours on a train. And then a further two trying to get twenty minutes down the road, because someone lied to me about picking me up, leaving me and my little sister in the dark in the snow in the most dangerous city in the area. Thanks for that one. I’m still angry. My poor Dad had to get Alasdair out of the bath, wrap themselves up all warm and then drive out trying to find us with neither him or I knowing the area at all. We could have been picked up from the train station, but no. Or, maybe caught the exchange in Chesterfield, but no. So fucking angry about that. Still, I got to be rescued by my Little Brother, which was fun.

It snowed again. I need it to stop snowing. Until after Wednesday. It can snow as much as it likes after then. All the side-roads are snowed up and slippery, which is fun. Though I did drive down a road called ‘saltburn’, which amused me. What with that and the now on the ‘Bus plug’ sign…

There are so many prompts I want to write for comment_fic, but the words just aren’t coming out properly. It’s been kind of hard to speak as well recently, which has me very stressed (though I think it’s stress that causes it, which would make that a vicious circle).

There are random people looking around my house. I kind of showed them around the downstairs, but I daren’t take them upstairs having had no notice and no time to clean up. They’re wandering around the garden now… *bites nails*

Also, Misha:

He’s soooo pretty. And he really doesn’t know what he’s letting himself in for…