oh, saints and styluses, I thought I'd escaped it this year

[bronze_ribbons]

*stares with dismay at the sentence I've just written*

WHERE THE HELL DID YOU COME FROM AND WHAT THE HELL DO I DO NOW?

Send plot-hatchets. Fic eating head. *whimper*


ETA 1:11 a.m.: 669 words tonight. Go me! *wipes drops of blood off brow and falls into bed*

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[kabal42.insanejournal.com]

*soothes you and sends lots of encouraging thoughts*

[bronze_ribbons.insanejournal.com]

*basks in kabal-comfort while Glaring At Wayward Plot*