I tried this life thing. It's rubbish, innit? I have written a grand total of 734 words today. Of fanfic.

Damn.

I am on day one of Nanowrimo and I am failing miserably. I just wanna watch Angel, and possibly fic Angel. And talk about Angel. And read about Angel.

I am beginning to suspect I am a little obsessed.

I am also tired and going to bed now. And I'm still not here. And I hope your back is getting better. And I hope Kerry wins and the world doesn't, you know, go to hell in a handbasket. *is very scared of George Bush and Straussian Neo-Cons in general*