said_scarlett | He Was Walking The Mile, He Was Walking Alone

Argh, my room.

I've made some progress - I have a floor! Sort of - but it's really a pain in the ass. It's all I have left to do, too. Just one damn room that's as bad as every other room put together. And I hate letting it get that way, but...it's the bedroom. I don't spend much time there. So it gets neglected.

I'm also overcome with the intense desire to bake. This happens to me. I go through these phases where I just can't sit down. I have to be cleaning, cooking, sewing, whatever. And I'm in the grips of one now - probably because of how much trouble I'm having with everything else. It's seasonal and all that, but it's starting to get to me. I'm not really built to be going, going, going like the Energizer bunny. Not like this, anyway.

So I think I'm going to force myself to sit down for a bit and put Nija to the task of making sure I sit on my ass for a bit, because otherwise I'm going to overwork myself again and get sick. I can veg out until I need to get may laundry, at the very least.

And

summoneddestiny and

enigmablade are coming over in a bit, which is always fun!

I posted Sgt Venture's Lonely Hearts Club Band over at

venture_fandom. I'm not sure what the reaction's going to be, since it's not really the typical Venture Bros fic. Less funny and more serious character introspection, but I'm pretty damn happy with it. I suppose we'll see.

Maybe I can manage another fic for

30_lemons....