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[said_scarlett]

The stress of everything is really getting to me. You know how I mentioned I had my period? Well, I do and I don't. I'm having all the horrific symptoms of my normal - used relatively, since I'm never 'normal' - cycle, just...without actually bleeding. It's insane. But it's stress. I'm also so tense my back has become one huge knot. I can't even lightly touch my shoulder blades without massive pain.

This is the last day of five kids. And no, I'm not getting paid for this, either.

Yesterday I dug out all my change from my purses and the couch cushions and stuff and was able to get myself a thing of ginger ale to help my stomach. I felt like a particularly sad brand of loser paying completely in quarters, dimes and pennies.

I did get a good night's sleep last night. I couldn't even stay up for Bleach, I was so exhausted. But we're still in episodes I've seen before, even if I don't remember them very much. I passed out around 11:30 or so, and slept through until 7:30. I can't remember the last time I got eight hours of sleep.

Still sore and grumpy as all hell, but hey, I'm not passing out!

And the children are here. So begins another day for me. And sometime today, I need to write at least 1,000 words of Gracia/Sheska pr0n. Why do I claim such random, difficult pairings? Why?

Comments

<3

[elendraug.livejournal.com]

Re: <3

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

!!!! THANK YOU! *hugs*

[nijiironohako.livejournal.com]

Definitley sounds like a stress induced period screw up !_! it's, like, the only time you ever WISH you'd come on and bleed.

But the last day of kids! That's good!
I really hope your money situation sorts out...
And good luck with the fic!
:)
xxx

Here's the ficlet I owe you!
Inspired by a certain point and stuff and.... it's not very good. But I tried. And I switched aorund the paragraphs last minute. But hopefully you might enjoy it ^_^


I had awoken in the night; sure there was a reason for it, a voice. But the closer I got to a memory of it, the further it escaped my grasp.
It felt like many thousands of nights ago that I’d been in my own bed. And many more since he’d held me in his arms. Wanting some sense of the past and safety, I’d crawled under his covers, curling my arms around his cold skin. His cheeks were always pink and hot, but the rest of him seemed to suffer the cold. It was warm under his sheets but for the white skin. His green cloak weighed down heavily on us, trapping me against him. I always loved that. As though the cloak was just there to tell us we needn’t get up yet. That we had plenty of time to share this closeness.
My finger gently swept down the white cross on his pink cheek. It was the only part of his body’s history that I didn’t know. I knew the story behind every other scar and the beautiful blonde hair he’d inherited from his family in the north.
There had been many nights he had comforted me in the past, answering my questions. At first, all I could ask was why my mother had to sleep. Why she would never wake up. Why my father had to go away to war. And he was always there to hold me and answer as best as he could. But sometimes he just didn’t know. So I began to ask questions about him, about his own family and his life. And the only question that ever went unanswered was the question about the scar on his cheek. It was the only thing he’d ever denied me.
I listened to the wind, pulling at the window frames and the trees outside. Beyond the moaning gales was the sound of hammering and sawing as our new friends worked away to create a boat that would pass dangerous waters. It was strange to think how far I’d come in such a short time. Strange to think of the people I’d met and things we had already accomplished. Unable to bear the burden of trying to rescue an Empire, I thought only of creating a better world for my friends. My family.
I pulled my arm free and brought the cloak up to my face, inhaling deeply, that smell of spice and frost. The smell he’d always carried with him, with a lingering memory of Stew.
“Goodnight, Gremio,” I whispered.

[nijiironohako.livejournal.com]

Damn it's lack off spaces before each new paragraph. Sorry about that XD

[nijiironohako.livejournal.com]

*shifty*
Just because I can't post it on Damned...

"Hughes, sir? I want you to know that I made every effort to be sure your wife never got lonely. I make her moan like a wilderbeast. Sir."

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

Oh man! That made me laugh so hard the kids all looked at me like I crazy!

[nijiironohako.livejournal.com]

If you've seen Anger Management, Jack Nicholson's 'Wilderbeest' haunts me.

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

I sadly haven't. :(

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

Ohhhhh! THANK YOU! *hugs*

[nijiironohako.livejournal.com]

You're welcome!

[redrose999.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

good luck!

And you're an awesome writer, you can do it!