big black tent

I'm wearing my Wednesday Addams shirt, even though it's only Tuesday, rebel that I am. I never intended to ever wear it to work but my wardrobe growled at me again last night and so it was whatever was still hanging up in the bathroom instead.

Yes, growled. I think one of the numerous critters that frisk and frolic in the roof has made inroads, and I really ought to check it out, if not for the whole growling at night thing. It's either that or Mr Tumnus is in a stinking bad mood these days.

Project? Never made my deadline of finishing it by today, which is very bad form indeed, even though I did try. I really did try, and I realise the fic was so far from ready there was no way any way, and I'm having so much fun with it at the moment, I hate to wrap it up, even if I am wasting time with silly scenes that do little to advance the plot (but wallow in Neal and Peter being Neal and Peter). If it were a commercial/professional venture, then maybe I would be far more strict and deadline abiding, but it's just me and my notebook, so whatever, eh?

Goodness knows how I'll cope if the upcoming episodes comepletely trash upcoming plot points, but I think I'm so far along now I can ride it out and call it AU. It's not like any one is ever going to read the bastard, any way. Still wish it was more finished than it is, though.
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