PSA - Minor Memoryfest delay

[bironic]

...and I didn't want to stop working on this House/Wilson fic last night to respond to comments or write up a memory because it took three months just to get back to the draft and I didn't want to jinx myself, so I figured I'd post one this morning--But let me go to the bank first, said I when I awoke, and then when I got back at 9:30 a.m. our doorknob broke so I had to go to the library for three hours until my dad got home and managed to jimmy the lock open with a credit card, which I didn't know he knew how to do, and then I had lunch, and then we had to make a brisket before it was too late to put it in the oven for tonight's dinner, and...

Ergo, catching up on Memoryfest tomorrow.

How're you?

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[thewlisian-afer.livejournal.com]

XD I spent all day wondering if all was well with you because there had been no Memoryfest post. Thanks for letting us know. ♥

And you're gonna regret asking how we are. Because I'm gonna answer. hahahaha

I slept like crap -- not because of worrying but because I feel like I have too much to do (even though none of it is actually important) and I can't decide where to start so none of it is getting done -- and woke up in the foulest of foul moods. There was nothing in the house for dinner -- well, there was cereal in the cabinet, as well as some cold cuts in the fridge, but there was no milk or bread -- and this did not improve my mood.

Then I got online and because of the mood I didn't want to roleplay so instead of sticking around to try to cheer me up or anything like that, my best friend went to bed three hours early. Apparently if we're not playing, it's not worth chatting with me. Nice! I wound up in a discussion that bordered on wank in the journal of someone that you're friends with. There's a ranty post about it in my journal, which made me feel odd because when I rant about something, it's usually just to one person instead of to my whole flist. But since my best friend abandoned me, I couldn't! (Someday I will channel this bitterness at being ditched into some House/Wilson fic. House is totally the type who'd be like 'Well, you're not amusing me right now, so I'll see you later.' Wilson is totally the type to get into a snit about it. Oh, the joys of having fucked up relationships on which to base fanfic.)

So ... yeah. I am feeling better now than I was earlier. I've been sitting here working on a lunatunes post and since the theme this week is "love songs that don't suck," several hours lacking emo music has cheered me a bit. I've discovered I have some really fantastic love songs on my computer. I've also discovered that I've been really fucking fortunate in the romance department.

And now I'll bring this novel to a close.

The End.

[bironic.livejournal.com]

The End.

A tour de force, truly. :)

That sucks, that feeling that you have so much to do you can't do any of it, and you can't even enjoy whatever it is you do instead of all that stuff because it's battering at your brain. And then all that other stuff to top it off -- yuck. I'm glad you're feeling a little better now, or at least when you wrote this.

Saw your post about the wankiness. It was strange -- that conversation took a turn in the middle out of nowhere and then seemed to break down completely. I wonder if there are any studies about wank and arguments in online communities, looking at how they come about and how they differ depending on how well the parties involved know each other.

Channeling that frustration into a House/Wilson fic would work very well, I think. (Similar things have worked for me; the sestina about House after the infarction got its start after I had a fight with my dad.) You'd just have to be in a writing mood the next time one hits.